Terror rips through him, chilling his blood. Zemo may claim to know Steve's abilities, but Bucky does, just as well as he knows his own, and two things are immediately evident:
Steve's in range to put himself between Sharon and a bullet. He himself is not.
Everything in him howls for him to try anyway. But he can't. He can't. It's not that he'd blow the illusion of control. It's that Zemo's too good a shot. The bodies of the five Soldiers are silent testimony to that. Every single wound is right in the center of the forehead, perfectly placed. Steve's fast enough to stop one shot and strong enough to take it, but Bucky knows all too well that too many bullets will leave him vulnerable - which will give Zemo the opportunity to kill him and Sharon both.
He trusts Steve. He trusts him absolutely, and that trust has never been misplaced. Bucky makes the conscious choice to trust him again now, and turns toward the silo control room.
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Steve's in range to put himself between Sharon and a bullet. He himself is not.
Everything in him howls for him to try anyway. But he can't. He can't. It's not that he'd blow the illusion of control. It's that Zemo's too good a shot. The bodies of the five Soldiers are silent testimony to that. Every single wound is right in the center of the forehead, perfectly placed. Steve's fast enough to stop one shot and strong enough to take it, but Bucky knows all too well that too many bullets will leave him vulnerable - which will give Zemo the opportunity to kill him and Sharon both.
He trusts Steve. He trusts him absolutely, and that trust has never been misplaced. Bucky makes the conscious choice to trust him again now, and turns toward the silo control room.