[Who is he? That's a question he struggles asking himself even at the best of times, and this isn't the best of times. He has no idea how to answer that to a Steve who doesn't even know what the Winter Soldier is. At least the other incarnations of Steve knew, at least their bullheaded stubbornness wasn't totally naive.
There's just silence for a long time before the reply eventually comes, quiet and gravelly.]
I can't explain.
[He wishes he could. He's glad he can't. Steve deserves to be innocent of these horrors.]
The Bucky you know is waiting for you to go home to him, focus on him. Forget about me.
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There's just silence for a long time before the reply eventually comes, quiet and gravelly.]
I can't explain.
[He wishes he could. He's glad he can't. Steve deserves to be innocent of these horrors.]
The Bucky you know is waiting for you to go home to him, focus on him. Forget about me.