[ Bucky is currently flopped on the couch, feeling terrible. He knows it's not his fault and it doesn't seem like anyone is blaming him anymore, but still. He feels like shit.
He picks up his device and stares before muttering a 'dammit' and writing up a text to Natasha. "I'm sorry." is all it says when he sends it, not really expecting a response.
Bucky sighs and drops the device onto his chest and rubs at his eyes. ]
He picks up his device and stares before muttering a 'dammit' and writing up a text to Natasha. "I'm sorry." is all it says when he sends it, not really expecting a response.
Bucky sighs and drops the device onto his chest and rubs at his eyes. ]
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