[ Bucky listens silently, watching the emotions on her face, in her eyes, the pain that should be almost impossible to replicate. She carries too much too early, and there's something inside him that stirs, something he'd thought was long gone, wiped out so many times before.
He knows kindness when he sees it; this strange, alien thing that he's only beginning to understand again. However, more than that: ]
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He knows kindness when he sees it; this strange, alien thing that he's only beginning to understand again. However, more than that: ]
And you? What are you?