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He chuckles as he shows his own hand— three of a kind. “I guess you win,” he says, voice light and amused. She might need to be the one to direct just how many rounds they play, because Bucky is from a time when cards were one of the only entertainments out there. He could play for awhile, and she might get bored sooner.

“I’d like the nightmares to slow down,” he admits with a soft, heavy sigh. It might be his least favorite part of the whole situation, honestly.