He hears the shield hit the ground with a quiet chime, and looks down to realize he dropped it.
He wanted this. He wanted this. To join up, to go overseas, to help. In spite of a hundred service flags in his neighbors' windows, the gold stars marching down every street. Even knowing the sound of weeping families in his bones. Because it wasn't supposed to be Bucky. An idiot thought: It wasn't supposed to be Bucky.
One arm goes around Peggy's waist. His forehead rests against her shoulder. He needs the reminder that someone else is nearby. He can't fall apart until he finds somewhere private.
Pull it together. Pull...
The first sound isn't a sob. He feels his chest shudder with terrible rhythm before he starts to cry.
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He wanted this. He wanted this. To join up, to go overseas, to help. In spite of a hundred service flags in his neighbors' windows, the gold stars marching down every street. Even knowing the sound of weeping families in his bones. Because it wasn't supposed to be Bucky. An idiot thought: It wasn't supposed to be Bucky.
One arm goes around Peggy's waist. His forehead rests against her shoulder. He needs the reminder that someone else is nearby. He can't fall apart until he finds somewhere private.
Pull it together. Pull...
The first sound isn't a sob. He feels his chest shudder with terrible rhythm before he starts to cry.