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[There's a very long pause, but Steve did a number on him and the name Jay itches under his skin. He let Steve call him 'Buck' without correcting him, maybe it's time to take that step.]

Bucky. My name is Bucky Barnes.

[He clears his throat, and then moves on quickly.]

Okay, thank you. I don't want to put anyone at risk unnecessarily.

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[That gets a small smile from John, even if Bucky can't see it.]

Got it, Bucky. I'm not here to put anyone at risk, either. Do you need some medication, though? And how is your arm looking? Are you keeping the bandages over it clean?

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[It's good, the use of his name doesn't bother him so much, so he made the right choice. It even makes his voice relax to something warmer.]

It's not looking good, it's rotting.

[It's been six days since he contacted Watson and another few on top of that before he had asked help, gangrene is setting in.]

It's fine for another few days.

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[John grimaces. This is taking too long.]

If you reach the aquarium first, go through the steps I mentioned: Use the warm water to heat everything up, clean it with soap and water or sanitizer, if you can. Gentle motions, though, just over any cuts or breaks in the skin. We don't want to make those worse and your skin is already sensitive.

I'm so sorry, Bucky.

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I can handle it.

[It's a blank statement of fact, not a reassurance. He's handled far worse than a bit of frostbite.]

I'll see you there soon.

[And then he employs his excellent manners in saying goodbye. Or he just hangs up without another word.]