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[Ivar takes the piece of paper, squinting at unfamiliar symbols. He can't read it, but he'll ask someone later on to tell him what it is. It gets tucked away in his vest. He's not sure why he feels the need to keep Bucky around, but he does. He's put a measure of trust in the old soldier that few others here have earned, being honest about what really lies beneath his surface.]

Thank you.

[He means that sincerely. Whatever lies between them, tense like a thread stretched taut, it's been eased back again.]