[Bucky might as well have not even intervened. Undertaker's hair is grabbed, and his head follows the movement the necessary few inches. But his pain tolerance is too high; the discomfort doesn't even earn the soldier a wince in response. Instead, his eyes turn imploringly upwards at Watson before he delivers that horrible joke.
He was trying to laugh. It didn't matter what kind of joke it was, he'd laugh at it.
Instead, he feels nothing. Not even a hint of amusement or mirth, and it's with the pause after the delivery that has him letting out a small wail of anguish. Not over the joke's terrible punch line, but because he absolutely can't make himself laugh.]
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He was trying to laugh. It didn't matter what kind of joke it was, he'd laugh at it.
Instead, he feels nothing. Not even a hint of amusement or mirth, and it's with the pause after the delivery that has him letting out a small wail of anguish. Not over the joke's terrible punch line, but because he absolutely can't make himself laugh.]