He doesn't try to hide the way his heart pounds, the way it skips for names that no one's supposed to know, his body slumping against the door in something that feels very much like defeat. "Comic books," he mouths, throat for a moment too full for speech, and meets her eyes.
Bucky was in comic books. He and Steve and their adventures, but their identities were always known to all, and their stories based on reality, real battles they bled for, even died for. Jason died, but it seems it was for nothing more than a good fucking yarn.
"That makes me fiction," he says. "Somebody's story. He's my dad, Allison."
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Date: 2014-08-21 10:21 pm (UTC)Bucky was in comic books. He and Steve and their adventures, but their identities were always known to all, and their stories based on reality, real battles they bled for, even died for. Jason died, but it seems it was for nothing more than a good fucking yarn.
"That makes me fiction," he says. "Somebody's story. He's my dad, Allison."