[ There are nights like this, threat hanging in the air, when throwing a punch is just lighting a fuse. Bucky's had a few of them himself. Which is maybe why when he sees the drunk (French?) guy half-walk and half stumble toward, he holds himself back.
It's a hard thing. Bucky loves a fight the way nature abhors a vacuum. And something about the way this guy talks makes him seem punchable. ]
Yeah? Me neither.
[ He doesn't do it, doesn't take the opening. But he doesn't get out of the way, either. ]
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It's a hard thing. Bucky loves a fight the way nature abhors a vacuum. And something about the way this guy talks makes him seem punchable. ]
Yeah? Me neither.
[ He doesn't do it, doesn't take the opening. But he doesn't get out of the way, either. ]