[Part of what Bucky really likes about Sam is his lack of false platitudes. Telling Bucky it isn't his fault that dozens, hundreds are dead won't resurrect them, won't ease the grief of families affected. Sam isn't afraid to address the truth and lay it in the open and doesn't hide behind half-truths to save feelings.
Perhaps he knows better than ever what Bucky is, who Bucky is, and what he's done. For a moment, Bucky wonders if he turns, if Sam will see him for the broken weapon he is and leave.
Bucky's heart chokes his throat as it thrums painfully in his veins and he turns with a measure of reluctance. Sam's hand is still stretched between them, offering comfort and companionship. Two things he doesn't deserve. The feathers in his braids scrape against his cheeks and he's reminded of a third thing he doesn't deserve. The list builds from there.]
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Perhaps he knows better than ever what Bucky is, who Bucky is, and what he's done. For a moment, Bucky wonders if he turns, if Sam will see him for the broken weapon he is and leave.
Bucky's heart chokes his throat as it thrums painfully in his veins and he turns with a measure of reluctance. Sam's hand is still stretched between them, offering comfort and companionship. Two things he doesn't deserve. The feathers in his braids scrape against his cheeks and he's reminded of a third thing he doesn't deserve. The list builds from there.]