"Damn." Steve chewed over this new, fairly startling piece of Bucky's history. Their history, really. "You remembered this tonight?"
"Dreamed it." Bucky fell silent, staring into the past.
The silence dragged on just a little too long.
"Buck?"
"Hmm?" Bucky roused and looked questioningly at Steve.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, Steve. I'm good." Bucky shrugged. "I just needed to get it out of my head." He rose, looking at the wide-faced clock on the wall over Steve's dresser. It was just after 2am. Damn. "Sorry I woke you."
"No problem, Buck. Any time."
Bucky disappeared into his bedroom next door.
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For those who are interested, there was a gang called Murder Inc. that operated with impunity during the 1930s, until one of them grassed on the others. Harry Strauss was a prominent member and was particularly notorious for his brutality. He was fond of using whatever came to hand for his killings. He was executed in Sing Sing's Old Sparky in 1941.