[Bucky listens as he continues to dust off the sketches. Olivia, 1962. Manuel, 1963 The inevitability of it all, the sense that nothing he does will ever stop it weighs heavier on him than ever. In Bucharest, he could tell himself he would never be a weapon again. For two years, he believed that lie when he laid down at night, or when he woke up from a nightmare in the dark. He wished for it with every ounce of his being and still... in Berlin it happened. Here in Concordia, it keeps happening and none of it seems to follow the same triggers. No trigger words, no chair, no HYDRA, and still he's a threat to every last person he can feel through the Nest.
Sam can wax on and on about recovery and getting better, but in Bucky's mind, there can't be a next time. Or if there is a next time, it will be the last time; he won't let HYDRA continue to threaten those around him.
He takes a few moments to organize his words in his head before he straightens and turns to look Sam dead in the eye.]
Next time is the last time. [His words are heavy, but he doesn't break his gaze, pleading despite his clenched jaw.] Do whatever it takes.
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Sam can wax on and on about recovery and getting better, but in Bucky's mind, there can't be a next time. Or if there is a next time, it will be the last time; he won't let HYDRA continue to threaten those around him.
He takes a few moments to organize his words in his head before he straightens and turns to look Sam dead in the eye.]
Next time is the last time. [His words are heavy, but he doesn't break his gaze, pleading despite his clenched jaw.] Do whatever it takes.