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Bucky knew they were done the moment he threw the shield beside Sam. He gave Sam a once-over. Sam appeared worse for wear but otherwise seemed fine.
Bucky limps out of the warehouse, wiping off his bloody nose. He can’t wait to hole up in his apartment and disappear.
“Buck — wait.” Sam catches up with him, carrying the shield.
“You’re leaving me?” Sam almost sounds hurt.
“You got the shield,” Bucky mutters, not meeting Sam’s eyes.
“I’m not talking about the shield.” Sam sighs, exasperated. “You okay?”
Bucky didn’t wish the tears to fall from his eyes.
But they did.