"You don't know me, Peggy. Don't..." Tears were gone, he seethed now. Maybe this was for the best. "Yeah, maybe you were just using me for my 'good genes'. Just like every other dame in Brooklyn." Every woman that had used him to warm their beds, without a second thought about how he felt. He was just some toy to them. "You let the island fuck around with your head, make you do things that you don't want to do, and then maybe you'll understand. But I don't think you'll care, Peggy. If you cared, you'd... Hell all you fucking dames are the same."
Bucky knew things were turning ugly. But what else could he lose? She'd been here longer than he had, and she was blaming him for the island's hold. "You were the one that called it a joke. Sickness and health, for better or for worse, didn't mean shit to you, as long as it was sunshine and fucking rainbows. The minute it turned hard, well.. " He thrust his hand in the direction of her ring.
"If the shoe was on the other foot, I'd be grateful that it was someone we knew! Someone you cared about! Not some random stranger that could have hurt you! But I'll be sure the next time the island does something to you to blame it all on you." Because that was what she was doing.