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[frostythehitman]

JAMES (BUCKY) BARNES

Hey, this is James. Text me if you need me. Or leave me a message if you want, but I'm probably not going to listen to it because, seriously, this is 2017 and no one uses voicemail any more.

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[frisyr]

What! No, where did you throw the knife

And why?

[frostythehitman]

[ It sounds like a sudden outburst, equal parts upset and frustrated. ]

Through the guy's throat, I don't know! I don't know why I did it, okay? I don't remember that part, or if there even is a part for that!

All I know is I threw a knife at the guy, it caught him in the throat, and afterwards some guy was telling me about how I just did what had to be done.

[frisyr]

[ Geez! Okay ]

Well...

What did that guy look like?

[frostythehitman]

Why are you even so interested all of a sudden?

[ James doesn't get the sudden occupation with these miniscule details and sighs impatiently, trying to remember what the guy looked like.

--hey wait a minute... ]

...it was the same guy who gave me my uniform in the first place. A corporal.

[frisyr]

'Cause I wanna know what's going on, and I think... if they make up elaborate stories about us, they want us to find something out.

Like that. So... that guy must be your friend. Have you seen him around before?

[frostythehitman]

[ ...yeah okay, that's reasonable. ]

No. Just the time he gave me the uniform and the time he told me I had to kill the guy and did the right thing. All I know is what he looks like and his name. Corporal Steve Rogers.