❝ ---- ASSHOLES ! ❞
a well aimed rock struck one of the bullies in the back of head; it was a parting gift to the retreating group as they scattered, and left their victim - a short, skinny kid - that bucky vaguely recognized from the school yard. after the shiner he’d just given the Clarke boy, he doubted he’d be bothering anybody for awhile. he watched as they disappeared from sight, then turned to Rogers, offering a hand to pick him up off the ground.
❝ ya’ took quite a hit there, you alright ---- ? ❞ frown lines form concern, hand reaching out to steady the other’s shoulder, in support. by the looks of him, a stiff wind could blow him over. but he had grit standing his ground like he did, despite being outnumbered and out-muscled. it took guts. and he admired that. ❝ i’m bucky, by the way. bucky barnes. don’t worry ‘bout those guys. ------ they’re jerks & stupid. ❞
