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“Buck?”
“Hm?”
“Do you remember the Red Skull’s kid? The girl?”
Bucky turned from his book to face him, nodded.
“From the minute she was born all she knew was hatred and violence. Even Shield, they brainwashed her. And then there’s Rumlow, Zemo. I can’t help but feel sad for her”
“Nothing Hydra does is ever fair…” he trailed off “what made you think of her?”
“It hit me how often we face children. And we were barely more than kids when the war started. It’s just upsetting”
Bucky reached to hold him, leaned over, kissed him softly.
“I know”