[ For the briefest of moments, Bucky's force of presence has the intended reaction and he revels in it: fear. The subtle way Zemo's muscles tighten, brain shouting to run or prepare to fight for survival; increased respiration, advancing oxygen to a body that needs clarity for speed of reaction.
Zemo keeps examining him and Bucky nearly screams to demand what the man finds lacking, what deep epiphanies he finds inscribed on a war-forged body. Bucky's lips press into a thin, angry line, one eye twitching as he struggles to maintain control over his temper. If he were a kettle, the rolling boil would be growing into a progressively louder whistle.
He clenches his fist as tightly as it can possibly allow to keep from wrapping his fingers around Zemo's throat. But he doesn't have the ability to keep from pushing further in, looming to test the man's mettle. ]
You don't know anything about me.
[ It's a lie, and he knows it when he articulates the words low and dangerous. At best it is wishful thinking, a mantra he could conjure into reality if he said it enough. But Zemo does know. He knows too much, and there's a lingering truth between them that simply cannot be given articulation: that violence, that brutality? Bucky had enjoyed it. ]
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Date: 2021-05-10 12:36 am (UTC)Zemo keeps examining him and Bucky nearly screams to demand what the man finds lacking, what deep epiphanies he finds inscribed on a war-forged body. Bucky's lips press into a thin, angry line, one eye twitching as he struggles to maintain control over his temper. If he were a kettle, the rolling boil would be growing into a progressively louder whistle.
He clenches his fist as tightly as it can possibly allow to keep from wrapping his fingers around Zemo's throat. But he doesn't have the ability to keep from pushing further in, looming to test the man's mettle. ]
You don't know anything about me.
[ It's a lie, and he knows it when he articulates the words low and dangerous. At best it is wishful thinking, a mantra he could conjure into reality if he said it enough. But Zemo does know. He knows too much, and there's a lingering truth between them that simply cannot be given articulation: that violence, that brutality? Bucky had enjoyed it. ]