Steve has seen and experienced a lot since that last day when he was so naively desperate to sign up to help with the war. He's done a lot of things he never thought he would, things he always believed a US soldier would never do, not the version of them he always had in his head, of the country that took his father from him. But the thing he's truly learned since that day is that a soldier is a soldier, no matter what side they're on, neither is entirely good or bad, but they do all have a goal, and that goal is to do whatever it takes to win.
So when he sees a familiar look on Bucky's face, he has to force himself to look away, though he's not sure if it's due to shame, because he's not sure he wouldn't do whatever it takes to get the information out of one of the HYDRA agents, or if it's something else entirely, something that makes him swallow down emotions he can't focus on right now, that the friend he mourned for all those years ago might not be as dead as he thought. But then again, the man who was Bucky's best friend back then isn't exactly alive anymore, either. Neither of them are the men they used to be.
When Bucky speaks and then darts off, Steve is right there behind him, following in his wake, shield at the ready. But he lowers it when he sees that Bucky has the situation under control. He doesn't comment on the man's injuries, he knows it was him or Bucky, and he knows which he would rather. And the treatment, well, he's seen HYDRA do far worse.
He leans over the man, nods to the wound. "Answer me and you'll live. If you don't, well, we gave you a choice." He moves closer, towering over the man, and looking him right in the eye. "HYDRA bases. Tell us where we can find what's left of them and this'll all be over quickly." He nods to Bucky, as if to signal for him to be ready to apply further pressure if it's needed; he won't interfere, as long he doesn't kill him before they get what they need.
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So when he sees a familiar look on Bucky's face, he has to force himself to look away, though he's not sure if it's due to shame, because he's not sure he wouldn't do whatever it takes to get the information out of one of the HYDRA agents, or if it's something else entirely, something that makes him swallow down emotions he can't focus on right now, that the friend he mourned for all those years ago might not be as dead as he thought. But then again, the man who was Bucky's best friend back then isn't exactly alive anymore, either. Neither of them are the men they used to be.
When Bucky speaks and then darts off, Steve is right there behind him, following in his wake, shield at the ready. But he lowers it when he sees that Bucky has the situation under control. He doesn't comment on the man's injuries, he knows it was him or Bucky, and he knows which he would rather. And the treatment, well, he's seen HYDRA do far worse.
He leans over the man, nods to the wound. "Answer me and you'll live. If you don't, well, we gave you a choice." He moves closer, towering over the man, and looking him right in the eye. "HYDRA bases. Tell us where we can find what's left of them and this'll all be over quickly." He nods to Bucky, as if to signal for him to be ready to apply further pressure if it's needed; he won't interfere, as long he doesn't kill him before they get what they need.