"By mine," Bucky snaps, though he doesn't move an inch. He doesn't dare do something as aggressive as take a step forward, not yet, though he knows, deep down, that that's the only road for this to take. His breath feels tight in his throat, the anger barely kept at bay, already spilling over the edges, and still he's as stationary as any statue.

"By standards I learned from you... Fighting at your side, as your partner. And maybe you're too blind to see it, but I'm not."