Given Bucky was wearing clothes that were at least close cousins to the ones Mack had on, it definitely hadn't been a stretch. But really, the man could have been in a frilly dress and Bucky still would have gotten the clues from his body movements.
Which was why the answer of a desk job was surprising. And instantly suspicious. Either he'd been injured in some way Bucky didn't see and benched as a result, or he was lying. Possibly an undercover agent of some kind?
Or maybe he'd just gotten sick of the killing and bleeding and dying, and transferred off the field. Bucky could sure as hell understand that desire.
"You've probably already noticed, but I'm kinda... twitchy." That had to be the understatement of the century. "Don't surprise me, don't sneak up on me, and for God's sake if I'm stupid enough to fall asleep in here, don't wake me up. No matter how bad it sounds." His mouth twisted in something that definitely didn't manage to be a smile. "You seem like a nice guy. I don't wanna kill you."
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Which was why the answer of a desk job was surprising. And instantly suspicious. Either he'd been injured in some way Bucky didn't see and benched as a result, or he was lying. Possibly an undercover agent of some kind?
Or maybe he'd just gotten sick of the killing and bleeding and dying, and transferred off the field. Bucky could sure as hell understand that desire.
"You've probably already noticed, but I'm kinda... twitchy." That had to be the understatement of the century. "Don't surprise me, don't sneak up on me, and for God's sake if I'm stupid enough to fall asleep in here, don't wake me up. No matter how bad it sounds." His mouth twisted in something that definitely didn't manage to be a smile. "You seem like a nice guy. I don't wanna kill you."