[Blinking as he was kissed, Rumlow wondered how Bucky wasn't more of a mess and then -- A gift? He was so caught in the thought of what that meant that he didn't even think about Bucky stealing his jacket. He sort of stared after him as he left, jacket covering most of the tatters of his shirt.]
Thanks..?
[And then, once Bucky was gone, started checking his drawers. One, in particular, was partially open. He looked inside.]
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Thanks..?
[And then, once Bucky was gone, started checking his drawers. One, in particular, was partially open. He looked inside.]
God dammit Bucky...