Steve freezes where he's standing, not wanting to aggravate Bucky more. A shiver runs through him as he watches the way his friend is standing. The man before him was not Bucky, not the one he'd grown up with. Different mannerisms, a different person entirely. Steve could only hope that his friend, his Bucky, was still there inside.
His head tilted to the side, surveying the situation. "You're hurt. Let me help you, Buck. Please?" Because the last thing he wants to do is see his friend in any kind of pain. He didn't care what things the Winter Soldier had done.
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Steve freezes where he's standing, not wanting to aggravate Bucky more. A shiver runs through him as he watches the way his friend is standing. The man before him was not Bucky, not the one he'd grown up with. Different mannerisms, a different person entirely. Steve could only hope that his friend, his Bucky, was still there inside.
His head tilted to the side, surveying the situation. "You're hurt. Let me help you, Buck. Please?" Because the last thing he wants to do is see his friend in any kind of pain. He didn't care what things the Winter Soldier had done.
He just wanted Bucky back.