[ Steve is quiet, watching him as he feels the other man stiffen, his heart aching for him -- what has he become now, what has been done to him? He doesn't recognize Bucky as he is right now, only the faintest glimmers of it, and in the midst of his determination he feels a sense of profound loss, a sadness that makes him swallow. ]
You're my friend.
[ He says very quietly, even if he only manages to say it into Bucky's broad expanse of chest. His hand moves gently over his heart, and he bites his lip. ]
Buck. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll protect you.
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You're my friend.
[ He says very quietly, even if he only manages to say it into Bucky's broad expanse of chest. His hand moves gently over his heart, and he bites his lip. ]
Buck. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll protect you.