"Damn it, Bucky," I say quietly, disappointment coloring more, I'm sure, than my words. I don't want this. As keyed up as I am, as primed for the fight- which is inevitable- as I may be, I don't want it to go this way.

That he trusts me so little, that he would rather fight his way out of talking to me than forfeit anything... I know it's selfish, but I need to know why.

I do not offer to get out of his way.