[Bucky doesn't even remember the last time he was this angry. He's not really the type to let things get under his skin, but this - this gets right down to his bones.
Max planting himself in the chair doesn't help at all. For a second, he thinks maybe he really wants to start a fight with the reality bending wizard because there's nothing he'd like more than to leave a bruise on that smug, pretty face; but even as his hands curl into fists against the table top, he knows he can't. He has his family to think about first. Always.
So instead of saying what he wants to, he swallows.]
Re: Any Day for Bucky
Max planting himself in the chair doesn't help at all. For a second, he thinks maybe he really wants to start a fight with the reality bending wizard because there's nothing he'd like more than to leave a bruise on that smug, pretty face; but even as his hands curl into fists against the table top, he knows he can't. He has his family to think about first. Always.
So instead of saying what he wants to, he swallows.]
Please. Leave.