Bucky snorted at the reply that his couldn't be that bad, but he didn't bother arguing -- some day, maybe, Dyme would get to decide for himself just how bad they really were.

The list of scars had Bucky sighing and crossing his arms over his chest, like he was somehow irritated. "Please tell me you don't go looking for trouble," he's had enough of that. He just wants to settle down. And raise some goats.