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This is the IC inbox for Bucky Barnes at Riverview.

Network name: user.name

This is the place to contact Bucky over the network. Contact by voice or text is perfectly acceptable, and there is no need to plot with me prior to posting in this inbox.

Note: As of the end of December 2017, Bucky has no phone, he has destroyed it. Consequently, this inbox can only be used for in person interaction. You are still more than welcome to post here without plotting with me first.

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[Good manners haven't really caught him back up yet, he'll get there. It's a while before he responds, giving the question some proper thought.]

I'm not a good person to ask that question.

[The amount of people he trusts is minuscule.]

If they feel trustworthy to you, then trust them until they prove otherwise.

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Yeah . . . I just don't like lying anymore.

[ He's tired of it. After everyone else who lied to him, doing the same to others leaves a sick drop to his stomach. ]

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Then come clean. The truth is always a better option, kid, trust me on that.

[He feels pretty strongly about that after being brainwashed and lied to for such a long time.]

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I want to, but that's not how we do things. I mean, my dad would flip if I told people stuff.

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Your Da doesn't run your life, you make your own decisions. He won't like all of them, that's just how it goes.

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Doesn't he kind of run my life though?

[ Since Jon is . . . ten. ]

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You're your own person, nobody runs your life but you.

Think it over.

[And then, because this has touched a bit too much on subjects he doesn't like, he terminates the call pretty abruptly. Sorry, Jon.]

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[ Maybe Bucky was running out of phone data. ]