[Bucky honestly doubts that he's helping anyone, much less Sam. He feels a little more like baggage pulling Sam down, which reminds him of his conversation with Shiro and how much happier is Sam with Shiro than him. And how Shiro loves Sam. That's not a competition Bucky could ever win.
He tries to brush the sensation under the snow of his mind and not focus on how their fingers thread together.]
(You think?) [Because, once again, Bucky doubts himself, doubts he can do much of anything.]
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He tries to brush the sensation under the snow of his mind and not focus on how their fingers thread together.]
( You think? ) [Because, once again, Bucky doubts himself, doubts he can do much of anything.]