The Russians knew that one, too, I want to say, but the words don't come out... I'm not sure they need to. My captors kept me locked up in my own mind, and Steve... Steve made sure I remembered that. Here, I'm in control of my actions... In control of my hands... Yet I've still been locked away at the whims of our mysterious wardens... Trapped in a memory I couldn't escape 'til I changed it. But at least, then, I had a choice.
For a brief, fleeting moment, it's hard for Bucky not to feel like a kid again, as he listens to Steve; it's the one aspect of his old partner's legacy he struggled with the most, the charisma of Captain America, the ineffable quality that makes people listen to what you have to say. He's grasped at it a few times, but not yet with consistency; his position with the ITF attests to as much. Idly, he wonders if those who quit wouldn't have stuck around for Steve, but then, Bucky always intended to take up the shield in his own way. No one could be Steve Rogers; all who've tried, failed.
"What'd Lovelace have to say about concrete?" Bucky asks, casting a glance behind them at the Compound. "Sure sticks out like a sore thumb, doesn't it?"
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For a brief, fleeting moment, it's hard for Bucky not to feel like a kid again, as he listens to Steve; it's the one aspect of his old partner's legacy he struggled with the most, the charisma of Captain America, the ineffable quality that makes people listen to what you have to say. He's grasped at it a few times, but not yet with consistency; his position with the ITF attests to as much. Idly, he wonders if those who quit wouldn't have stuck around for Steve, but then, Bucky always intended to take up the shield in his own way. No one could be Steve Rogers; all who've tried, failed.
"What'd Lovelace have to say about concrete?" Bucky asks, casting a glance behind them at the Compound. "Sure sticks out like a sore thumb, doesn't it?"