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What happens when you add a third to the dynamic duo of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes? Y/n was best friends with Bucky and Steve until they both left her alone in the world. She had felt so lost without them until she heard there was a cha...
"From my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right? So, when I was a kid, my TT passed away." Sam starts, seated at the counter that you were leaning against.
"Your TT?" Bucky leans his head back on the couch with his eyes closed.
"Yeah, my TT, yeah." Sam looks over.
"Who is your TT?" Bucky asks, lifting his head and opening his eyes to face Sam.
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"Fine. When I was a kid, my aunt passed away and the entire neighborhood got together for a ceremony, it was like a week long. Maybe they're doing the same thing for Donya." Sam suggests.
"Worth a shot." You speak up, pushing yourself off of the counter.
"Your TT would be proud of you. Turkish delight." Zemo tosses the candy to Sam and then to you. "Irresistible."
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"Shame what's become of this place. When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties. I knew nothing of the politics of the time, of course, but I remember it being beautiful." Zemo talks as you all walk into a small courtyard, littered with benches and items.
"I'm gonna take a look around upstairs. See what you can find out here." Sam tells you. "And keep an eye on him." He instructed you and Bucky before leaving.
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"I'll stay out of your way." Zemo promised as you both turned to face him sternly.
"Donya? No?" Bucky asked around the people in the courtyard who stayed silent.
Zemo walks forward singing. "Baa, Baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full" he pulls the bag of Turkish delights out of his pocket as you watch with confusion. "One for my master, one for the dame, one for the little girl who lives down the lane" he takes a seat on a bench, dumping out the bag. "Turkish delight. It was always my son's favorite." He tells the kids with a sad smile as they gather around him. A young girl steps forward to grab a candy, keeping her safe distance. "My old friend, Donya, passed away. Did you know her?"
