[ Or like he was made to fight, this Bucky thinks, strapped to a table and put through so much he let go of his own name. He quickens his pace, parrying rather than dodging, learning as much of the new movements as he can and employing them in return instead of plain blocking. He's more careful around the left arm - no telling how much power that thing really has, and it's too far out of his mind to consider he'll have a matching one soon. ]
We got bacon. Maybe next time there'll be munitions or weapons. Or Korra can metalbend somethin'.
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We got bacon. Maybe next time there'll be munitions or weapons. Or Korra can metalbend somethin'.