[ Bucky's hair so dark it's almost black, and he can't imagine dyeing it that way -- that's just ridiculous. Apparently, the ridiculousness of it isn't lost on Andyr either. He sits still, letting the younger man tug on his hair like a particularly patient uncle with an unruly child. Bucky's wondered briefly, of course, if this is just another elaborate trap to draw him in; had considered, in detail, the advantages and disadvantages of that -- and has concluded that it seemed too convoluted and pointless to be any sort of snare to drag him back into HYDRA.
Perhaps Andyr and his compatriots really are from another world with a chillingly similar behemoth of an organization that has nothing to do with HYDRA.
And so he listens when Andyr talks about Mikal -- whoever he is must be precious to him, what with the way he sounds. A brother? A lover, maybe? -- Bucky doesn't have the remotest idea who that is, but he collects that name anyway. Faking affection is difficult, and hot-headed Andyr doesn't seem like the kind of person who would give obfuscation the time of day; he's too honest for that. ]
Depending on the person. Tell me if you feel like vomiting. [ Then, ] Who's Mikal?
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[ Bucky's hair so dark it's almost black, and he can't imagine dyeing it that way -- that's just ridiculous. Apparently, the ridiculousness of it isn't lost on Andyr either. He sits still, letting the younger man tug on his hair like a particularly patient uncle with an unruly child. Bucky's wondered briefly, of course, if this is just another elaborate trap to draw him in; had considered, in detail, the advantages and disadvantages of that -- and has concluded that it seemed too convoluted and pointless to be any sort of snare to drag him back into HYDRA.
Perhaps Andyr and his compatriots really are from another world with a chillingly similar behemoth of an organization that has nothing to do with HYDRA.
And so he listens when Andyr talks about Mikal -- whoever he is must be precious to him, what with the way he sounds. A brother? A lover, maybe? -- Bucky doesn't have the remotest idea who that is, but he collects that name anyway. Faking affection is difficult, and hot-headed Andyr doesn't seem like the kind of person who would give obfuscation the time of day; he's too honest for that. ]
Depending on the person. Tell me if you feel like vomiting. [ Then, ] Who's Mikal?