"Wh- h-hold on-!" But the car door is already shut behind Bucky, Arthur can hear his muffled footsteps moving away - and immediately there is a flash of anger in him, so hard and fast that he's fucking trembling.
No. Fuck this. He's not being left fucking behind because another person thinks he's a fucking liability just because he can't see.
He drops his cane so he can all but kick his door open, and strides out with just the knife in hand and an utterly furious scowl cut across his features - the cold, calculated demeanor of someone not to fuck with - and slams the car door so hard that the whole vehicle audibly rattles.
"Bucky, what the fuck is going on?!" The anger is perhaps outsized for the situation but this is three months and three kidnappings of being patient, of waiting for anyone to feel so inclined as to tell him what is going on and he is sick and tired of waiting.
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"Wh- h-hold on-!" But the car door is already shut behind Bucky, Arthur can hear his muffled footsteps moving away - and immediately there is a flash of anger in him, so hard and fast that he's fucking trembling.
No. Fuck this. He's not being left fucking behind because another person thinks he's a fucking liability just because he can't see.
He drops his cane so he can all but kick his door open, and strides out with just the knife in hand and an utterly furious scowl cut across his features - the cold, calculated demeanor of someone not to fuck with - and slams the car door so hard that the whole vehicle audibly rattles.
"Bucky, what the fuck is going on?!" The anger is perhaps outsized for the situation but this is three months and three kidnappings of being patient, of waiting for anyone to feel so inclined as to tell him what is going on and he is sick and tired of waiting.