Re: Steve and Bucky
"I'm sorry," he blurted out weakly, already wanting to take back everything he said, wishing he knew how to handle the crashing wave of emotions better, not sure if it was Steve's or his own pain that hurt him more. He choked down a strangled sob, burying his face into Steve's broad chest, trying not to smash the dog between them. It didn't matter anymore that he couldn't remember, just needing to be close to somebody, too tired to pretend to be strong when he'd been on the verge of falling apart all week. "I should be," he insisted, knowing if he had then he'd never been able to take the lives of others.
"I was too weak and I should be dead," he admitted, because if he had been stronger than he could have escaped too, but he wasn't. He wasn't strong enough, and he allowed them to break him, did so many terrible things at their orders.