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This is the IC inbox for Bucky Barnes at Riverview.

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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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It isn't always right.

[He should leave it, let the kid walk away and out of this whole situation. But he's angry now, and he doesn't want to think of a teenager out there playing vigilante without seeing the bigger picture.]

Part of being a hero is fighting for what's right no matter what the law says. I've been some places where the law said certain people were second class citizens, or believing a certain thing meant you should be killed. Maybe this isn't that. But if someone is trying to fight something like HYDRA, that's when you look at the bigger picture. I ain't in there trying to steal people's personal information, I'm trying to find dangerous new recruits. You keep stopping me just because the law says so, you're fighting on their side.

[His voice has remained level this whole time, but now it sinks a bit in weariness. He's not expecting to have made a difference, but he had to say something.]

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[If it makes any difference - he is listening. It’s not like Peter can’t get a morally gray situation. Sometimes things aren’t so clear-cut; if he thought otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried to befriend the guy he knew was a criminal back home. So yeah, he hears him. But it doesn’t win him over, not now, not here, after that mess.]

You maybe should have practiced that speech before you wailed on me.

... See you around, Mr. Barnes. Hopefully not like that again.

[He thwips a web to the highest branch, and catapults himself into a swing over and through the tree line.

Oh, he’ll be back to walk that dog. You’re not rid of him. Unfortunately.]