Burnt ^Bucky Barnes ^

Burnt ^Bucky Barnes ^

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The road to becoming a 'bad guy' will always be a bumpy one. Mine had quite a few potholes. Not that I WANTED to be a bad guy, though. It pretty much got thrown upon me after the incident. You might be asking yourself what incident I'm talking about. Don't worry, I'm about to tell you. Hi, my name is Pearl Brass, and I am Molten.
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