[ Like he's piecing it together while he says the words, only they're hollowed out and sharp-edged, for Steve going through it, and for having a fresh idea of what that feels like himself.
Christ. He brings a hand back through his hair, taking a step aside and shaking his head while a mixed bag of emotions flicker across his features. If the other Bucky's here and he doesn't remember, there's no cosmic cube here, no quick fix. Maybe that'll be easier, gentler to get his life back in bits and pieces instead of one horrible rush — or maybe he won't get anything back that way at all. Maybe he'll end up like Novokov, so far adrift for so long revenge became his only anchor. Maybe he's dangerous.
Not anything Steve needs to hear right now. ]
I don't know if it's the same, or if it'll be the same for him. It's been almost five years for me, since I was... bad off. It got better.
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[ Like he's piecing it together while he says the words, only they're hollowed out and sharp-edged, for Steve going through it, and for having a fresh idea of what that feels like himself.
Christ. He brings a hand back through his hair, taking a step aside and shaking his head while a mixed bag of emotions flicker across his features. If the other Bucky's here and he doesn't remember, there's no cosmic cube here, no quick fix. Maybe that'll be easier, gentler to get his life back in bits and pieces instead of one horrible rush — or maybe he won't get anything back that way at all. Maybe he'll end up like Novokov, so far adrift for so long revenge became his only anchor. Maybe he's dangerous.
Not anything Steve needs to hear right now. ]
I don't know if it's the same, or if it'll be the same for him. It's been almost five years for me, since I was... bad off. It got better.
[ It took five years. ]