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[stevegrogers]

[ A very tiny smile pulled at his lips and he had the good sense to at least look a little sheepish. ]

What can I say - it's one of my gifts.

[ More like a stubborn curse by any other standards but perseverance had served him well, mostly. ]

And you do end up in danger a lot.

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[He doesn't quite smile back, but there's a slight lightening of his expression.]

Seems to be one of my gifts.

[He takes a step back.]

I should go.

[stevegrogers]

[ Heart beating a little faster, he had to use all his willpower to not reach out. ]

Oh - okay. Of course.

[ He took his own little step back, eyes looking a little less sparkling. ]

I'll see you around, Buck. Take care of yourself, okay?

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Bye, Steve.

[It's more final than 'see you around'. It doesn't stop the small twist of guilt as he backs up and then turns to walk away.

Damn it, somehow Steve can always get under his skin.]

[stevegrogers]

[ Despite every instinct telling him otherwise, Steve just stayed rooted to the spot and watched Bucky walk away from him.

Feeling the pain of loss all over again.

It made him wonder sometimes why everyone found it so easy to walk away from him in the end. ]