OMG if you're still doing prompts, I would give my left arm to see people commenting on Bucky duckfacing everywhere when he is fighting. Maybe that's why he has a muzzle. To stop him from duckfacing into shady research facilities because there are some instincts you can't brainwash out of a man.
"Sir," the Hydra scientist sidles up to Pierce, holding his clipboard nervously. "We have a problem."
"I can see that," Pierce says dryly, looking through the window at the arena below, where the Winter Soldier is sparring with five other Hydra agents. He is beating them all, soundly, but his expression. "What is he doing?" Pierce asks, "He looks confused."
"I believe that expression is colloquially referred to as a … duckface." the scientist says.
"Did something go wrong in the defrosting?" Pierce asks.
"No, it seems the asset has always had … this tendency."
Pierce turns from the window with a narrow-eyed glare. “Well fix it. Wipe him if you have to.”
"But-"
“Fix. It." Pierce walks out of the room. "He looks like he’s been sucking on lemons for god’s sake."
—
"Ballistics?" Natasha asks, clutching her arm as Nick’s body shuddered on the operating room table.
“Three slugs. No rifling and completely untraceable.” Maria answers tonelessly.
"Soviet made?"
Maria turns to her, surprised. “Yeah.”
Natasha takes a deep breath and holds it. She almost doesn’t want the answer to her next question. “Did anyone see the assailant … making a duckface?”
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"So he’s a ghost story," Steve asks, pressing Natasha into the wall.
"Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran," Natasha says lowly, "somebody shot at my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me." She pulls up her shirt, sees Steve’s eyes flick to her scar. "And he was duckfacing the entire time."
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"People are gonna die, Buck. I can’t let that happen." Steve pleads, but the man at the end of the bridge just stares at him coldly. "Please, don’t make me do this."
Bucky pouts his lips.
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"So is no one going to make the obvious Zoolander joke, or …" Sam says.
