[ He exhales explosively, and his shoulders drop. They have names for it now, post traumatic stress. Even then Steve's not so sure they're anywhere near close to figuring out how to live with it. Sam's made it, but he's resilient. ]
Why did you pull me from the Potomac, Buck?
[ He shifts, rests his cheek on the crown of Bucky's head. Softly, ]
Sure, you got real quiet in the War, but you were never cruel. I coulda written up the papers for a discharge, God knows I woulda gotten away with it too. Not once did you ask. Pal, I don't need you to come back actin' like the same fella you were, or bein' some way you think is right for me. I just need you to be here. You're what kept me going then, and that hasn't changed.
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Why did you pull me from the Potomac, Buck?
[ He shifts, rests his cheek on the crown of Bucky's head. Softly, ]
Sure, you got real quiet in the War, but you were never cruel. I coulda written up the papers for a discharge, God knows I woulda gotten away with it too. Not once did you ask. Pal, I don't need you to come back actin' like the same fella you were, or bein' some way you think is right for me. I just need you to be here. You're what kept me going then, and that hasn't changed.