"You've been awful quiet," Sam said, from the corner of the room. It wasn't like he was craving conversation with Bucky. Still, there was quiet, and then there was quiet.
"Butterflies."
"Beg pardon?"
"You know that theory - something about the wings of a butterfly setting off a whole set of complicated reactions."
"That's what you're thinking about?"
"I know time travel creates alternate timelines, but..."
Sam raised his eyebrows.
"He would have changed things. Where he went. He couldn't know the consequences."
"Steve again? Look-"
"There has to be an angle."
Sam shut up. He knew better than not to.
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