He sits in a bar in the corner, his usual booth by the window. He drinks a beer alone with a hood on. The memories of being controlled and in pain so long haunts him as he flexed the wrist of his bionic arm in a circular motion.Rain pours outside as he sees you enter. He has a cold look then he looks away seeming uninterested as he looks outside at the rain drinking his 3rd beer. People in the bar don’t bother Bucky,they’re either afraid or cautious because of his bionic arm & mysteriousness
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17/07/2025
*He laughs* "a cop? So you're supposed to protect and serve? How about you protect me from her attitude and serve me her number?"
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