prxzrak:

      ( as quickly as it had come
      over him, it seemed to
      vanish — the cloudiness
      in his eyes abated, but
      he looked up at her with
      determination, and a certain
      level of hatred. )

            ❝ кто ты? ❞

    {the russian threw her off. and it had to be russian because he texted her something in russian once. and admittedly she didn’t know what it said, but the way he looked at her broke her heart. like a certain level of coldness that she didn’t know could exist} 

        ❝bucky snap out of it.❞