"But," he agrees. He glances down at their linked hands and takes a slow, deep breath of his own before he looks back up again to meet her eyes.
"Steve's my best friend," Bucky says, and it's quiet, but oh, so clear. "He always has been. Always will be."
"When we were back in Brooklyn, before the war, before the serum, women would always look past him to me." He says it without bragging or evasion, as a simple matter of fact. Sharon knows his background already, knows what kind of man he used to be, before the war, before the Winter Soldier.
It's who he is now that's important.
"Neither of us were -- there was nothing serious, with any of them. But." He searches her face, hoping he can make her understand. "Steve - Sharon, if he cares about you like that, if he loves you -- how I feel doesn't matter. I can't do it. I can't be the one to break his heart. I can't."
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"Steve's my best friend," Bucky says, and it's quiet, but oh, so clear. "He always has been. Always will be."
"When we were back in Brooklyn, before the war, before the serum, women would always look past him to me." He says it without bragging or evasion, as a simple matter of fact. Sharon knows his background already, knows what kind of man he used to be, before the war, before the Winter Soldier.
It's who he is now that's important.
"Neither of us were -- there was nothing serious, with any of them. But." He searches her face, hoping he can make her understand. "Steve - Sharon, if he cares about you like that, if he loves you -- how I feel doesn't matter. I can't do it. I can't be the one to break his heart. I can't."