"Yeah," says Jason. He looks down at his hands, just as calloused as they ever were and not a line smoother, one week spent away from this gym not enough to erase half a lifetime of pulling himself hand over hand over one obstacle and the next. Why can't he just get over this one?
"Bucky thought there'd be trouble," he says and shrugs, knows full well that that's his doing, but he can't change the fact that when he came here bleeding out from a batarang, it's Bucky who sewed him up. "Wasn't much to see, anyway."
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Date: 2011-11-22 05:33 am (UTC)"Bucky thought there'd be trouble," he says and shrugs, knows full well that that's his doing, but he can't change the fact that when he came here bleeding out from a batarang, it's Bucky who sewed him up. "Wasn't much to see, anyway."