After washing out his mouth, splashing his face once more, and doing his best not to break down at the simple sight of Steve's and Peggy's toothbrushes standing there without his. Shoulders slumped, he trudged back into the bedroom. He looked from Steve, to Peggy. Defeat written in every plane of his face, and posture.
Bucky stood at the foot of what had been their bed. He swayed a little. "I can go, if that's what you need me to do." It would kill him. But if they needed him to be away. Out of the house. Out of their sight, and forgotten, so they could leave the happy life they deserved. He'd do it. They didn't deserve what he'd done. And he hated himself, that he had. "You two deserve the world. Deserve happiness. And I'm sorry I cost you that." He closed his eyes as he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. As they coasted down his cheeks.