It's one of those things that should be possible-- hell, he doesn't get it, himself. One moment, he could feel himself fading away, crying out for the one man who made sense in the entire world. The world doesn't make any damn sense, he'd been left behind by the march of progress, and all the decades Hydra had kept him in cryo. But Steve had been there, pulling him back from the programming Hydra had done to him.
Not one, not twice, but three, four times. Steve was always the one to pull him out of the prison that had become of his own mind. He would have never pulled free of Hydra's brainwashing on his own; the only constant had been Steve Rogers, his dearest friend, and someone to whom Bucky owes a debt he knows can never be repaid, nor would Steve want him to.
He grabs Steve before he can even process what he's seeing, what sort of expression the man is even wearing on his face. Both hands on his shoulder, to keep him from falling over.
"Steve," he says, his voice urgent. "It's me."
He's not sure what else to say, if he can even say anything else at all.
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Date: 2018-05-01 05:37 am (UTC)Not one, not twice, but three, four times. Steve was always the one to pull him out of the prison that had become of his own mind. He would have never pulled free of Hydra's brainwashing on his own; the only constant had been Steve Rogers, his dearest friend, and someone to whom Bucky owes a debt he knows can never be repaid, nor would Steve want him to.
He grabs Steve before he can even process what he's seeing, what sort of expression the man is even wearing on his face. Both hands on his shoulder, to keep him from falling over.
"Steve," he says, his voice urgent. "It's me."
He's not sure what else to say, if he can even say anything else at all.