ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs | ɹǝıpןos ɹǝʇuıʍ (bucky) wrote in allin,
I know she saw more in me than... that. Than the myth. The weapon. Hell, she made me more than that. But I don't know if what she saw was Bucky Barnes.
We were the same, then. No past, no future. Well, not no past. Mine was a joke that everyone was in on but me. Now she knows what happened to me, she knows who I was, but neither of us knows who that makes me.
And I'd rather end it than watch her feel sorry for me.