He glanced at Bucky “Your file..” He set it down, Brock didn’t ask questions. He knew how Bucky felt, he felt the same way.

Bucky paused briefly. “File?” he asked, finding his way to the table where he sat. “There’s a file on me?” Maybe that file could answer some of the things he couldn’t understand, things that confused him, making his conditioning easier to fight. 

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