Bucky shakes his head and frowns at that, pulling some of the wrapped hot dogs from the bag. "Doesn't count. I didn't even know my own name then, how was I supposed to know better than to tell you to shut up?" All he knew then was that there was something different about that mission, and it was driving him crazy.
He sighs and turns to face Steve, leaning against the edge of the counter as he tries to put into words what he means. "Steve, I didn't know what it was to... feel anything? Not just remember things, but feel things. Besides pain. But then there you were. It's hard to explain."
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Date: 2026-01-17 01:51 am (UTC)He sighs and turns to face Steve, leaning against the edge of the counter as he tries to put into words what he means. "Steve, I didn't know what it was to... feel anything? Not just remember things, but feel things. Besides pain. But then there you were. It's hard to explain."