[ What Bucky thinks about flying so close to the hull that one wrong move could send them all careening into it is expressed in one flat looked slid from Luke to Steve as he makes his way by the cockpit.
Fantastic. This is the perfect ship for you, Rogers. ]
Worry about it.
[ At least a little. For him. ]
I've got the drones, [ he grumps as he swings up the ladder to the turret. ]
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Fantastic. This is the perfect ship for you, Rogers. ]
Worry about it.
[ At least a little. For him. ]
I've got the drones, [ he grumps as he swings up the ladder to the turret. ]