[ Not too long ago, after his trial, Bucky had gone through a phase. He'd track down people the Winter Soldier had hurt— the women he'd widowed, the children he'd orphaned. He'd explain to them all that he knew about how they had died, and the why of it. And he'd apologize, even though he knew it didn't help any. If you'd asked him then, he'd say he wanted to give these people closure. And he did want that, but he also wanted something for himself.
Not forgiveness. Not absolution. He'd wanted a penance.
Which is a roundabout way of saying that he ain't looking forward to this conversation, but he still wants to have it. He's done his best to make his little living room straight on short notice. He's even tried to make coffee, and bought a plate cookies from a neighborhood market. You can't get chocolate chip here, it's the damndest thing.
There isn't a good place to start, but Bucky rubs his hands together like that'll work up a spark. ]
I told you about Zemo before, right?
[ His memories of this place are still a little hazy, though they've been growing sharper. ]
for steve
Not forgiveness. Not absolution. He'd wanted a penance.
Which is a roundabout way of saying that he ain't looking forward to this conversation, but he still wants to have it. He's done his best to make his little living room straight on short notice. He's even tried to make coffee, and bought a plate cookies from a neighborhood market. You can't get chocolate chip here, it's the damndest thing.
There isn't a good place to start, but Bucky rubs his hands together like that'll work up a spark. ]
I told you about Zemo before, right?
[ His memories of this place are still a little hazy, though they've been growing sharper. ]