[when wanda takes the plate, her hand captures his arm, and she wonders, amidst all this, what exactly could drive bucky to reveal more. she draws close to him, the lights dimming, a spotlight on the knife still held in his hands.]
Why hide when you could kill him?
[βshe says, but not in englishβin sokovian, like a warring whisper in his head, echoing, perhaps, these thoughts that james b. barnes has kept to himself lest he gives them sentience.
but just like that, the lights return to their bright nature, and wanda takes the plate with happy complacency, urging bucky to cut another slice as she passes him another perfect porcelain plate.
the front door's handle rattles, and wanda beams, asking in the perfect brooklyn accent:]
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Why hide when you could kill him?
[βshe says, but not in englishβin sokovian, like a warring whisper in his head, echoing, perhaps, these thoughts that james b. barnes has kept to himself lest he gives them sentience.
but just like that, the lights return to their bright nature, and wanda takes the plate with happy complacency, urging bucky to cut another slice as she passes him another perfect porcelain plate.
the front door's handle rattles, and wanda beams, asking in the perfect brooklyn accent:]
What will you do?