If I knew, it wouldn't be missing. [Bucky snipes back, though much of the heat of his first response has been reined in by his still quite tenuous grip on his emotions. He doesn't know what might also be missing, only that he's terrified he's killed someone. He doesn't do that anymore, he reminds himself despite the churning concoction of rage and guilt thickening behind his eyelids.
His entire life is missing, scattered to the wind like feathers, and it's not getting easier to recall, either. Every piece he gets back is drenched in blood and screams and terror he caused.
He killed people. Lots of them.
This shouldn't be Steve's fight, but here they are anyway.]
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His entire life is missing, scattered to the wind like feathers, and it's not getting easier to recall, either. Every piece he gets back is drenched in blood and screams and terror he caused.
He killed people. Lots of them.
This shouldn't be Steve's fight, but here they are anyway.]