[Clint's eyebrows shoot upward right off. If he were to rank the things he expected Bucky to say just then, "I didn't want you," wouldn't have been at the bottom of the list, but it would have been close. As Bucky continues, Clint's eyebrows drop, and so do the corners of his mouth.
Jesus Christ, what kind of mess did he get himself into?
His instinct is to cross his arms, but he forces himself not to. This is not the time to go on the defensive. By the time Bucky gets to the sex, Clint almost isn't surprised. Almost.]
So, wait. [He holds up a finger in a 'wait a minute' gesture.] You bought a body slave for...for work. And you don't even want to fuck me?
[He's not even sure how to feel about that. It was a possibility that had never entered his head going into this.]
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Jesus Christ, what kind of mess did he get himself into?
His instinct is to cross his arms, but he forces himself not to. This is not the time to go on the defensive. By the time Bucky gets to the sex, Clint almost isn't surprised. Almost.]
So, wait. [He holds up a finger in a 'wait a minute' gesture.] You bought a body slave for...for work. And you don't even want to fuck me?
[He's not even sure how to feel about that. It was a possibility that had never entered his head going into this.]