bucky/lara
[mental link] [At Lara's memory of falling into the water, Bucky flinches, his own memory of Steve falling into the Potomac cutting in for just a lightning flash. Then a pang of empathy, seeing the crawling man and the familiar feel of a knife in hand]
[Vision cuts to a grassy plain, a thatched-roof hut, and several bales of hay. Bucky is wearing a Wakandan robe, his missing arm carefully wrapped, as he pitches a bale from the stacks, over to a fenced in area with several goats]
It's okay, Lara. I'm not gonna judge. 'Let he without sin', and all that nonsense. I've got seventy years of blood on my hands, not counting the war.