The pressure in his chest has his hands twitching into fists in an effort to not reach up, to not falter. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing any pain or discomfort. His eyes narrow.
"And what else would you call it?" If he expects Namor to grovel over it-- well, they both may be waiting for a very long time.
"The king is dead. An illness from what I understand." When Bucky stalks forward, it's tempting to reach out and either take what is his or wring his neck. He doesn't have the time or the patience for this, especially to tolerate insults from a man who knows nothing.
"Afraid?" There's a strained huff, lips curling in a brief, cruel smile as he finally reaches out to grab for Bucky's wrist. "Tell me why would I save your kind? I have seen the things that you do, what you are capable of. The cruelty, the enslavement, the greed. No, I chose what would keep my people safe."
His eyes narrow. "Give me back my heart so that this can be an equal exchange."
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"And what else would you call it?" If he expects Namor to grovel over it-- well, they both may be waiting for a very long time.
"The king is dead. An illness from what I understand." When Bucky stalks forward, it's tempting to reach out and either take what is his or wring his neck. He doesn't have the time or the patience for this, especially to tolerate insults from a man who knows nothing.
"Afraid?" There's a strained huff, lips curling in a brief, cruel smile as he finally reaches out to grab for Bucky's wrist. "Tell me why would I save your kind? I have seen the things that you do, what you are capable of. The cruelty, the enslavement, the greed. No, I chose what would keep my people safe."
His eyes narrow. "Give me back my heart so that this can be an equal exchange."