no faith in brooklyn

[neverdanced]

We should take a walk someday & dream about what we could've been.

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[couldntreach]

The photo made Bucky tense up. It was the only thing he owned and if the Russians discovered he had it, it would be gone for good. He snapped it out of Steve's hand too fast with his metal arm, tearing it just a shade and pulling it in, eyes suddenly cold and harsh.

"How long have I been here?"

It was important. It would let him know how long ago he had missed his communication rendezvous. And whether or not he was already being sought out.

"Why did you bring me to a hospital."

While Steve was confused by Bucky's compliance, the assassin was confused by his helpfulness.

[neverdanced]

Steve's eyes narrowed at Bucky's reaction to the photo. It seemed odd, and it only made him want to find out why he'd reacted in such a manner. He was determined to find out why, and figured if he answered these questions, maybe he could get something more out of him.

Possibly unlikely, but he couldn't let them go unanswered either.

"About three hours, and remember the gaping wound on your leg? That didn't just go away because a tourniquet was wrapped around it. You needed medical attention. Unless you would've preferred I left you to bleed to death."

He paused. "Why is this photo so important to you?"

[couldntreach]

Bucky grit his teeth. This was a harmless question. It would reveal nothing about the Russians, his purpose, or anything else of significance.

It would reveal, likely, nothing Steve didn't already know.

What it would reveal was weakness and the extent to which The Winter Soldier was a fabricated being.

He watched Steve, matching the look he was being given with one in return.

Then, without pause and with as little emotion as he could manage, he replied.

"It's all I have." All he had, possession wise, and all he had to help him figure out who he was. Who he really was.

[neverdanced]

After a moment, Steve nodded. He pulled up a chair from the corner of the room and sat down, just a foot or so away from Bucky. Personal space wasn't happening, not when there was a possibility of him making an escape again.

"Italy 1943." He couldn't give specifics, because the photo reminded him of something that happened regularly in different locations. "After I saved you from the Hydra Compound, we started taking out other Hydra facilities across Europe. You, me, and the Howling Commandos."