[ He goes quiet again for a few minutes, biting his tongue and continuing to let the memory of those feelings echo across the link mingling with rough threads of frustration and stubborn metal links. ]
You don't have to believe me. It's the truth. [ He wouldn't let it stand if it were anyone else calling Bucky Barnes a coward. ]
[Truth is a strange thing, in Bucky's mind. What's true for one person is false for another; what someone believes to be absolute, is subjective to his fellow. The fact is that he ran from the pet store, to protect Sam and the rest of the Nest and to protect himself from the guilt of the death he caused. No amount of stewing can replace the lives he took and no amount of believing in truth will absolve him.
Yet, he tries to shutter himself in--- to keep Steve out--- and pushes up mental walls he should have built before looking for Steve, before spilling everything onto his friend without warning.
This isn't Concordia. Things have happened here that shouldn't.]
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You don't have to believe me. It's the truth. [ He wouldn't let it stand if it were anyone else calling Bucky Barnes a coward. ]
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Yet, he tries to shutter himself in--- to keep Steve out--- and pushes up mental walls he should have built before looking for Steve, before spilling everything onto his friend without warning.
This isn't Concordia. Things have happened here that shouldn't.]