[Please he really does need that hug. It's been a long century.]
Let's say it was in-between. Leave it at that.
[Yeah, HYDRA can't reach across different worlds, sure. But BuckyJamesthe Asset he just can't talk about it, right now, still coming to terms with the memories coming back in a trickle, good and bad.]
It's—It's fine. I don't mind either way. [A brief flicker of a memory: the scent of warm soup, his mother's voice calling him back inside.] Actually...have you got stuff for chicken soup?
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Let's say it was in-between. Leave it at that.
[Yeah, HYDRA can't reach across different worlds, sure. But
BuckyJamesthe Assethe just can't talk about it, right now, still coming to terms with the memories coming back in a trickle, good and bad.]It's—It's fine. I don't mind either way. [A brief flicker of a memory: the scent of warm soup, his mother's voice calling him back inside.] Actually...have you got stuff for chicken soup?