[He barely remembers Russia. He remembers the cold, a few words - most of 'em ones that Steve probably wouldn't approve of if he knew what they meant. He remembers booze made out of potatoes of all things, and it didn't do a damn thing for him. He's pretty sure that's where they gave him the arm, and that's a memory that Bucky would rather forget.
He's trying to fill his skull with new memories, one made with Steve and his Avengers. Bucky comes along with them, even if he doesn't consider himself one, doesn't consider himself to be on this mission either. He's just following Steve, something that comes more from instinct than memory himself.
Bucky comes into the room, stands in the doorway and watches as checks out her rifle at the window. In a few hours, some big deal terrorist is set to leave the hotel. Must be her job to take him out if Steve can't take him down.]
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He's trying to fill his skull with new memories, one made with Steve and his Avengers. Bucky comes along with them, even if he doesn't consider himself one, doesn't consider himself to be on this mission either. He's just following Steve, something that comes more from instinct than memory himself.
Bucky comes into the room, stands in the doorway and watches as checks out her rifle at the window. In a few hours, some big deal terrorist is set to leave the hotel. Must be her job to take him out if Steve can't take him down.]
Looks half an inch too low to me.