Well. That's what she gets for not being specific.
So she listens, still pale, still steady, as he details the horrifying fight between him and Tony and Steve, and her heart breaks a little more every sentence for each of them.
She thinks of Tony in Berlin, how he looked like he was barely holding himself together, the strain of trying to keep his family together. And she thinks of Steve, tries to imagine him without the shield Howard Stark made for him so long ago.
But most of all, she feels each of Bucky's statements like a hit to her own body. His arm, ripped off his body. Down on the ground. The pain of knowing Steve would die for him.
Her throat works, but she stays calm even as her fingers twist together between her knees. "He stopped Zemo from getting away?"
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So she listens, still pale, still steady, as he details the horrifying fight between him and Tony and Steve, and her heart breaks a little more every sentence for each of them.
She thinks of Tony in Berlin, how he looked like he was barely holding himself together, the strain of trying to keep his family together. And she thinks of Steve, tries to imagine him without the shield Howard Stark made for him so long ago.
But most of all, she feels each of Bucky's statements like a hit to her own body. His arm, ripped off his body. Down on the ground. The pain of knowing Steve would die for him.
Her throat works, but she stays calm even as her fingers twist together between her knees. "He stopped Zemo from getting away?"