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[This is only the second time that Bucky has ever addressed the network as a whole, and he's just as reluctant this time as he was last time. It digs at the paranoia in his head, putting things about himself out there for just anyone to see, but after what happened last night... There's probably nobody better qualified to talk to the people who were prophet eyed, even if that wasn't him.]

Being controlled to kill makes it not your fault.

[That's a hard thing to accept, though. He knows, he really does.]

Separate your identity from the identity of whoever used your body last night. Recognise you can be dangerous and take precautions, but don't shut down. If you do, they win.

[He knows that he doesn't exactly spell out that he has experience in it, but this amount of implication is the best he can offer. And that's all he can say about it. He hangs up and goes to check on the people he is with in person.]

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[He looks oh-so-awkward, clearing his throat.]

Nobody should die alone.

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If only the world were that fair. Are you alright?

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Yeah.

[No.]

I have a lot of practise dealing with this sort of thing.

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So do I. It never gets easy.

[She reaches out to squeeze his arm. She's not going to push, but she's trying to let him know she's here if he wants to talk.]

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[He tilts his head to offer her a tiny smile, it helps having someone that understands even without anything more being said.]

Clint and Tony will take it harder.