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[He probably should have done this as text. But he started the video, and he doesn't feel like changing it now.

Bucky's hunched over, clearly sitting in the middle of his apartment floor, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, his hair hanging in his face. He's curled in on himself, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

He looks awful.]

Steve is gone. I. I looked everywhere. For days. But he's gone.

[Angrily, he pulls his sleeve across his eyes and shakes his head.]

I can't... I don't... I don't know what to do without him.

[He sinks in on himself.]

I can't stay here. But there's no way out. What am I supposed to do?

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[closerift]

[ She doesn't know Steve or Bucky, really, wouldn't normally comment, except - ]

I know the feeling. [ She'd lost two of her closest friends and then her husband. Frankly, it sucks. ] ... There aren't any easy answers for this. I'm so sorry.

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I'm not supposed to feel like this.

[He shakes his head a little.]

I'm not supposed to feel at all.

[closerift]

Well, that's dramatic. If you're human - or even if you aren't - then you're meant to feel.

[ That's just how it is, friendo. ]

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[He shakes his head again.]

They didn't want me to.

[closerift]

[ There's a pause and a quirk of one curious eyebrow. ]

"They?" Dare I ask?

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[He shrugs a little.]

Hydra. My... [He struggles for the right term.] I work for them.

[closerift]

You did. [ She corrects: ] Back at home. They aren't here with you, are they? They haven't come through the Door...?