Date: 2014-06-04 09:43 pm (UTC)
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She nodded and hesitated for another moment, then closed in again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I love you, Bucky."

"I love you too, Mom." He clung to her for a long few moments then let go, knowing that she had to go. Bucky sagged back into his pillows, drawing his hand up to his throat, the handkerchief still clutched in his fingers.

She left, pulling the door shut behind her.

Bucky watched her go then said, "We argued, the night they... She didn't want me to go to the party. I went anyways." He looked up at Steve, "Can I have more water?" At least the tears were slowing.
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