[ The hopefulness in Steve's tone makes his heart ache in ways he thought were lost to him a long time ago; and he can't help but wonder if the man is searching for Bucky, the real Bucky, the dead Bucky inside of him. He's not that man anymore, no matter what it seems like, and he wonders if he's only setting Steve up for tragic disappointment.
Bucky tries to remember that, but he comes up blank, fingers clenching in his seat as the memory refuses to surface, smudged away into uncooperative silence. He doesn't remember who she is, or what he used to like; if he had any girlfriends before. Did he love any of them the way he loved Steve? How much did he love Steve? ]
Maybe. [ He says at length, but he's more tense, strained. ] Who was she?
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Bucky tries to remember that, but he comes up blank, fingers clenching in his seat as the memory refuses to surface, smudged away into uncooperative silence. He doesn't remember who she is, or what he used to like; if he had any girlfriends before. Did he love any of them the way he loved Steve? How much did he love Steve? ]
Maybe. [ He says at length, but he's more tense, strained. ] Who was she?