[Fitz outright flinched at the question, his hand stilling on Bucky's head as he stared down at it. On his palm a name was etched, burned into his skin and constantly throbbing. He was going to have to do something about it eventually but he was fighting it. Fighting every single urge and voice in his head.
But the question was, would he be able to hold out?]
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But the question was, would he be able to hold out?]
..I'm alright. For now.