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This is the IC inbox for Bucky Barnes at Snowblind.
Network name: @bucky; formerly @j, @username, and @robertsmith
This is the place to contact Bucky over the Network. Contact by voice, text, or video is all perfectly acceptable, and there is no need to plot with me prior to posting in this inbox.
Any contact for @j following day 125, @username following day 190, or @robertsmith following day 224 will be met with the following message: USER NOT FOUND.
Network name: @bucky; formerly @j, @username, and @robertsmith
This is the place to contact Bucky over the Network. Contact by voice, text, or video is all perfectly acceptable, and there is no need to plot with me prior to posting in this inbox.
Any contact for @j following day 125, @username following day 190, or @robertsmith following day 224 will be met with the following message: USER NOT FOUND.
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You didn't. So I didn't 'help out', I was used without my permission to do something that I swore I would never do again. You put that blood on my hands, and I didn't get a choice in it.
If you don't understand why that's wrong, then you are like them.
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The chair. Those men.
He wasn't. He wasn't one of them!]
I was trying to help people. You know, save lives? I mean. Yeah, I messed up. I did, and I'm sorry. Those guys were evil and they were doing horrible things. I'm not!
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So what does one guy matter compared to hundreds? Thousands? Isn't that what you were saying, it was selfish of me to care that you had used me, because billions of people were on the line?
But when does it become unacceptable? Do ten people matter? A hundred? And if they matter, what doesn't just one?
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[That's not a compelling argument and he knows it. He fidgets, tapping at his screen, guiltily reading the words over and over again. He knows he did wrong, but he's trying desperately to convince himself he wasn't like those guys.]
I don't--
[He huffs.]
I mean, I wasn't hurting you, was I? You're okay, right? Those guys were hurting you. I just...kind of...y'know.
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You're a bad guy, at least to me.
[Does that answer the question of if it hurt him?]
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I mean, I used to be. I guess, if we're going by strict definitions and stuff.
But I'm not a bad guy, bad guy! How can I be a bad guy if I'm trying to protect people!? These are the infinity stones we're talking about! Okay, yeah, I know I should have asked. I get that. But what if you said no? How could you say no?
I didn't mean to...I didn't know how bad you had it. And that was just a dream, okay? My dream, it wasn't real. You didn't actually kill Ronan, it wasn't real. And besides, it's not like we had much of a choice once we were connected, it was either that or we get blown to bits.
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All you've done to me is treat me like the Nazis did. That makes you a bad guy, and no amount of 'but I'm not' is gonna change that. Own up to what you did.
Asshole.
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[A huff. But he's admitting it, not being sarcastic.]
I did what I had to do but if I had to do it again, I'd...[He wasn't sure. But...]
I saw what they did to you. I don't want to be like them. You're a good dude, I wouldn't want to hurt you. I didn't mean it.
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Here's some free advice; even if you hadn't seen what was in my head, what you'd done would have been just as bad. A real good guy, one of the heroes, protects everyone. The individual and the whole.
Now don't contact me again.
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But then--]
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sorry. [Was it really gonna be like this? He felt the sting of shame, but also he was fairly salty about it, too. A strange, guilty dichotomy.]
I was gonna ask you just...just one more thing, though. The infinity stones on earth. I have to tell my friends about that. I won't tell them about you, unless you say it's okay, but we need to talk about the stones.
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If you want to ask about them, and explain why it's so important properly, maybe I might be more willing. But not right now, now you have to go. I'm done.
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[He wished one could slam tablets down the same way one could slam a phone down. All he could muster was a furious stabbing of a finger to the tablet. He could not for the life of him, understand why he couldn't put priority on the stupid Stones.]