[By this point, Bucky knows better than to not answer questions, but it's a choice he's never had before. His frustration curls tighter in his gut. This isn't really a choice, only the illusion he keeps hoping for. ]
They... [His voice drops away. The words make everything simple, make everything black and white, kill or be killed. They make him the weapon again. Not permanently, maybe, but the weapon all the same.] Last time it happened, I killed people.
[Ten words is all it takes to take every inch of freedom he fought for away. Ten words to jerk him on the leash HYDRA so carefully crafted for their asset. Ten words to kill his only friend in this world.
Except it doesn't take ten words anymore. He doesn't know what triggers it. He's dangerous.]
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They... [His voice drops away. The words make everything simple, make everything black and white, kill or be killed. They make him the weapon again. Not permanently, maybe, but the weapon all the same.] Last time it happened, I killed people.
[Ten words is all it takes to take every inch of freedom he fought for away. Ten words to jerk him on the leash HYDRA so carefully crafted for their asset. Ten words to kill his only friend in this world.
Except it doesn't take ten words anymore. He doesn't know what triggers it. He's dangerous.]