[ The problem, see, is putting those pieces back together. The problem is forgiving all the cracks that run through them, unsightly, present, and always a reminder for everything that's happened to him. To them.
Bucky remembers the serum vaguely, remembers how Zola worked obsessively to perfect it. He remembers the pain, excruciating, terrible -- and he has his answer: it hurt for Steve, too. And -- ]
If I'm the one who went to war, why are you a soldier?
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Bucky remembers the serum vaguely, remembers how Zola worked obsessively to perfect it. He remembers the pain, excruciating, terrible -- and he has his answer: it hurt for Steve, too. And -- ]
If I'm the one who went to war, why are you a soldier?