So Bucky was older than him. Alex was about to reply with his own age, when he felt something hot and wet in his mouth. A moment later he tasted copper and realized he'd bitten his tongue instead. Damn. Alex pressed his face into the grass, trying to ignore the sickly sweet smell of sugar it gave off, hoping he could avoid choking on his own blood. He didn't fancy adding asphyxiation on top of poisoning.