It was tricky to explain when it had started with Barnes. A few people had complained about nightmares or bad dreams before things started to turn bad, but Bucky handed. Steve could only assume that that was because none of Bucky’s dreams were good. He was still haunted by all the things that he’d done after the war and before he’d gotten his memories back.
When he’d been dead the first time.
Maybe that was where he should start. Before coming to this place, before whatever had possessed him and half the town, maybe he should just start with explaining to someone who Bucky was and why his possession was perhaps a special case. But opening up about Barnes meant putting as lot more trust in someone he’d just met than he was willing to. If it had been about himself, if he was the one who’d been possessed, he wouldn’t have had a problem combing through all the fine details, but with Barnes he was protective, and it would take a little bit more to get Steve to really open up.
“Well with -- with most of the people in town, it started with bad dreams, and I guess my friend had them too but he never mentioned it. Then he fell asleep, into a kind of deep sleep; when he woke up? He attacked me. The same can be said for, I think, anyone else that experienced the same thing.” Rogers shook his head. “At first, honestly, at first I thought it was -- I thought he’d been brainwashed.”