[ That's not an answer, he wants to say. But that's exactly what it is, and he realizes it when he meets Steve's eyes, when the truth is written in his face for him to see. He swallows hard, unable to help an instinctive coil of anger in his stomach.
A long buried anger, perhaps, something that twists uncomfortably in him; because he knows Bucky was more than willing to suffer for the chance that he didn't. But then again, if he didn't, they both wouldn't be here today.
They would be in their graves, side by side, perhaps; inseparable on the playground, inseparable in death. And without Steve, that end would have come a lot faster than predicted.
He exhales quietly, feeling a familiar headache coming on. ] I didn't want you to come.
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A long buried anger, perhaps, something that twists uncomfortably in him; because he knows Bucky was more than willing to suffer for the chance that he didn't. But then again, if he didn't, they both wouldn't be here today.
They would be in their graves, side by side, perhaps; inseparable on the playground, inseparable in death. And without Steve, that end would have come a lot faster than predicted.
He exhales quietly, feeling a familiar headache coming on. ] I didn't want you to come.