[Though as the words are aired, he can't help but grimace at them. That really didn't come out the way he meant it.
But before he can dwell on it for too long, Bucky finally heads over to toe at the edge of the shield. To slip his fingers through the leather fastenings as he hefts the familiar weapon up. There's a question in his expression. Curiosity mixed with something else. And as he looks down the red, white, and blue staring back at him, he can already feel a few of the answers slipping in to place.]
...is he dead?
[Because going for the worst option has to come first. Head that one off before Sam has a chance to try and soften the blow. Does Sam have the shield because Steve is gone?]
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[Though as the words are aired, he can't help but grimace at them. That really didn't come out the way he meant it.
But before he can dwell on it for too long, Bucky finally heads over to toe at the edge of the shield. To slip his fingers through the leather fastenings as he hefts the familiar weapon up. There's a question in his expression. Curiosity mixed with something else. And as he looks down the red, white, and blue staring back at him, he can already feel a few of the answers slipping in to place.]
...is he dead?
[Because going for the worst option has to come first. Head that one off before Sam has a chance to try and soften the blow. Does Sam have the shield because Steve is gone?]