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[His eyes flick up, finally meeting Steve's properly, dark and intense and sad.]

I've remembered more about you than I have about me. I know your Mom's name and your birthday and what your favourite dessert was, but I don't remember the names of any of my sisters or when I was born.

I don't know what that means, and it scares me.

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[ Could a heart really leap out of someone's chest because Steve felt like it just might the more Bucky confessed to him. It took a his willpower to not close the distance and promise to do better and not fail him again.

The broken look on Bucky's face - he caused that.

It was all his fault.

What could he say? There were so many thought in his head and yet. ]

You - always focused a lot on me before the war and - we were all each other had. I know you better than I know myself. Always have. I never make sense but you always do. It never mattered what happened I had you and I guess I mattered more to you than --

[ Emotional exhaustion clung to him, mingling with the residual panic of losing Bucky again. ]

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[Mattered more to him than himself? He already figured that out, how else could it be that it had been Steve to break him out of the programming? Not his own well being, not his own morals, not any of his other victims... Steve.

He scrubs a hand over his face, filthy with blood and dust, and takes a wobbly step back.]

I can't do this yet.

[Yet. Maybe in the future, maybe he's not saying never any more.]

Thanks... for saving my life.