Steve looked up at him slowly. “Your friends don’t seem to think that way,” he said quietly. “They wanted to lock me up, throw away the key… put me on trial… if that happened, I wouldn’t live a week. Your government wants me arrested and put on trial, Bucky. They want me dead. How can you even be seen here with me?”
Bucky listened to him and shook his head. “The team knows what you did wasn’t really you. They’ll do what they can to help you adjust.” he promised. He arched a brow at the last question. “You’re my best friend, Steve. If you think I was going to just sit by and let you suffer, you’re wrong. I don’t know what you’ve remembered so far, but I’ve never turned my back on you and I’ll be damned if I do that now.”
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