[ There are any number of places for him to be besides here, but truthfully James Barnes is drawn to Steve Rogers like a volatile moon hurtling towards a steady planet. Even now there's something immovable about him, rooted. Bucky stops where he is, at a distance, and logically he knows his hand should drop to the grip of the gun he has strapped to his waist, but it doesn't. As much as he never flinches from a fight, there's no call for one. ]
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Such a waste, isn't it?