"Me? Look out for him?" Harrow laughs. He claps a hand on Bucky's shoulder and moves to stand beside him with a good view at Steve. "I think it's the other way around. Steve must be making up for his past. He's the one who keeps me good and honest, man. Guy's ten pounds of morals in a five pound bag."

He goes to laugh but to his surprise finds he can't. A pang of sadness that he can't explain hits him in the chest. Suddenly the things he's feeling are conflicting, confusing, overwhelming. Steve has nights where he can't sleep? The friends he's made in the prison dimension he's trapped in are on his mind in those moments? Bucky has to go away soon. He has to go to war.

A heavy realization slowly forces its weight down on his mind. Six years of undreamt thoughts of war come to bear in a single moment and before he can stop himself the words are tumbling out of his mouth.

"I didn't mean to lie to Steve that you wouldn't die. I didn't mean to lie but we'd just met and he cared about you and I think about that shitty lie all the time, Bucky! All the time! He's gonna get back home and find out you got ground up or blown up or shot up and I didn't mean to lie but I couldn't tell him the truth! So just stay here. Just stay here and don't go! Let's all just stay here. Let's just stay here in Brooklyn. Let's just stay here and... Don't go..."