But I wasn't an infant. I was grown. Had a life. Family. Friends. Things they had to tear out of me to remake me into something else. There was a James Buchanan Barnes before there was a Winter Soldier.
By all accounts, he was a good person. Protected his friends, loved his family, and befriended a skinny asthmatic who kept getting his ass kicked by bullies. Not a bad guy to be. Bet he slept a hell of a lot better at night.