[network] @username; text; night 164 [open]

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[It's all over.

He's almost glad that he has John and his grief to focus on right now, because otherwise his paranoia would be burning a hole through his head. His username is out there, linked with his real name, linked even with photographs. They're public, anyone can see them, so many people already have. He has to do something about this, stop people from coming after him. Not that he doesn't deserve their anger, or their revenge, but it will just lead to more people getting hurt.

There's only one thing to do.

He can feel fear twisting in his gut as he picks up the tablet and sends out probably one of the shortest messages that's been broadcast.]

My name is Bucky Barnes. I'm not safe to be around. Stay away from me.

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[mrcreamsicles]

what did i say about not bullshitting a bullshitter

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[jumpthegun]

Look, just take care of yourself, okay? And don't put any weight for this on your own shoulders. This is Bucky's fault and my fault, and anything that comes of it is with the pair of us.

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[mrcreamsicles]

sure

[It's not so easy as that, Watson, but he's not going to argue it further.]

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[jumpthegun]

[Nothing had better come of this. John doesn't know how much more he can take before he hits a complete breaking point.]