"About plenty," I agree, unbending, calling on reserves I've used in a hundred battles to keep my arm strong around him, keep myself upright without using him as a crutch.
"But not this. It wasn't your fault, what they did to you, Bucky. What they made you do."
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"But not this. It wasn't your fault, what they did to you, Bucky. What they made you do."