[The cries of Maria Stark echo around them while Howard asks "Sergeant Barnes?" again and again. Howard Stark's son asks if he remembers them, as if Bucky didn't walk around with the living graves in his head every day. He remembered all of them and beside them on the steel floor, each victim is killed in turn by phantom versions of himself. But they were all him, all him killing innocent people, people with sons like Howard, sons who grieved the loss of their mothers.
And Bucky is too selfish to let go of one person. He has no right to be selfish.
Sam surrounds him, warm and bright and everything opposite of the bloodbath ensuing around them. The wings don't block out the screams, the begging.
He killed all of them. He tried to kill Sam, tried to kill Steve. And Sam Anders, Kylo Ren, the robbers on the Waypoint. And Sam again.
No. No, he can't allow himself to be selfish when there are others who love Sam. He can't allow Sam to meet the same demise as the rest of his victims. He doesn't look up at Sam, mentally or physically, can bring himself to look at him. Bucky got him locked up for no reason; all the other Soldiers were dead.]
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And Bucky is too selfish to let go of one person. He has no right to be selfish.
Sam surrounds him, warm and bright and everything opposite of the bloodbath ensuing around them. The wings don't block out the screams, the begging.
He killed all of them. He tried to kill Sam, tried to kill Steve. And Sam Anders, Kylo Ren, the robbers on the Waypoint. And Sam again.
No. No, he can't allow himself to be selfish when there are others who love Sam. He can't allow Sam to meet the same demise as the rest of his victims. He doesn't look up at Sam, mentally or physically, can bring himself to look at him. Bucky got him locked up for no reason; all the other Soldiers were dead.]