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 Steve walked into the living room, carrying a pile of sheets in his arms. “Hey, Buck?” Bucky looked up from his book. “Do you mind if I change your sheets?” Bucky shook his head. Steve walked over to Bucky’s room. He dumped the linen in a corner of the room, and started stripping the bed. He noticed something. A manilla folder poked out from under the bed. Steve didn’t want to snoop, but a manilla folder? Where did Bucky even get that, and why was he keeping it under his bed? He picked it up and opened it. It was filled with HYDRA intelligence: locations of safe houses, code signals, the name

 Steve walked into the living room, carrying a pile of sheets in his arms. “Hey, Buck?” Bucky looked up from his book. “Do you mind if I change your sheets?” Bucky shook his head. Steve walked over to Bucky’s room. He dumped the linen in a corner of the room, and started stripping the bed. He noticed something. A manilla folder poked out from under the bed. Steve didn’t want to snoop, but a manilla folder? Where did Bucky even get that, and why was he keeping it under his bed? He picked it up and opened it. It was filled with HYDRA intelligence: locations of safe houses, code signals, the name