He sighs, a sound that starts low in his chest and works its way out through his mouth as he squeezes his eyes shut. It's a poor measure and doesn't stop tears from dampening her shirt.
Bucky listens because it's what he needs to hear. He needs her, or Sam, Tony, Clint, anyone to tell him how fundamentally stupid it would be to go ahead and lash out at the first Capitol target he see's. He needs to be reminded that it would be a futile action, one that Steve wouldn't want him to and that would, in the end, end up hurting not just him but everyone else he cares for still left in this city.
Peggy was always good at putting things into perspective, he thinks distantly.
He hates it too. Bucky feels like he should be able to do something, take some action instead of sitting on his hands and feeling miserable for himself. It doesn't feel any better than when he was with HYDRA, still a puppet except this time he gets to remember and see the bars of his cage for what they are.
"What am I supposed to do then?" he says hoarsely, a bite to the words that's directed at himself more than her.
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Bucky listens because it's what he needs to hear. He needs her, or Sam, Tony, Clint, anyone to tell him how fundamentally stupid it would be to go ahead and lash out at the first Capitol target he see's. He needs to be reminded that it would be a futile action, one that Steve wouldn't want him to and that would, in the end, end up hurting not just him but everyone else he cares for still left in this city.
Peggy was always good at putting things into perspective, he thinks distantly.
He hates it too. Bucky feels like he should be able to do something, take some action instead of sitting on his hands and feeling miserable for himself. It doesn't feel any better than when he was with HYDRA, still a puppet except this time he gets to remember and see the bars of his cage for what they are.
"What am I supposed to do then?" he says hoarsely, a bite to the words that's directed at himself more than her.