Bucky & Jack
"I don't want to have that kind of firepower again. I don't want to hurt anyone ever again." Bucky shuddered, he felt very strongly about that. "I just wanted something to defend myself with," he had his arm, an he was actually clenching his metal fist unconsciously at the moment, but still, a weapon felt safer. "I feel like, I'm getting better. Over time. I've actually trusted a couple people, that's...I didn't think that was possible. So that's real progress."
Bucky nodded. "Exactly. Something constructive and good. I think Steve and I both needed that a bit. He was very excited about our chickens too." Maybe Abby did too with her goat idea.
"Mwah--?" Bucky shook his head. "You say the craziest stuff and appear so sincere." He'd forgotten about the not dying thing, that Jack had told him before. That was so disturbing he still felt bad for the guy about that. "Guarding something like that sounds very hazardous. If all sorts of possible objects and creatures can come through. I can see why you'd be very paranoid after doing that for years."
The rosary comment hit him hard. He nodded, and looked at the fire, eyes far away. "I did that, the first time. But after that... I felt like... god made me this way, gave me these feelings, how was I supposed to be punished for it?" He shook his head. "Then, going to war, well anything I still believed in was gone after that." He knew Jack would understand that entirely. Not many men kept their faith after being a POW, though some clung to it. Again, whatever got you through. Bucky wasn't really one to judge too much. Especially now.