[The question really shouldn't catch Bucky off guard. After all this time--- after all this talk of not going it alone--- but Bucky finds himself surprised. Surprised and suddenly pinned in place. Isolation is a part of who he is, part of the programming etched deep in his bones and everything that came after. With limited exceptions, he worked alone for seventy years. Being around people is overwhelming, even more so now with the symbiote.
He can't promise he won't listen to his instinct to run.
What he can promise, though, is that he'll try. Maybe after the fact--- after running when he realizes he's done it--- but he will try. That much he owes Sam. If Sam wants it, Bucky will give it a shot, even if Bucky thinks it's a bad idea. Flashes of the strobing lights in Berlin streak across his mind, his fingers curled about Sam's jaw. And again in DC, kicking Sam out into open air with only one wing. He's not safe.]
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He can't promise he won't listen to his instinct to run.
What he can promise, though, is that he'll try. Maybe after the fact--- after running when he realizes he's done it--- but he will try. That much he owes Sam. If Sam wants it, Bucky will give it a shot, even if Bucky thinks it's a bad idea. Flashes of the strobing lights in Berlin streak across his mind, his fingers curled about Sam's jaw. And again in DC, kicking Sam out into open air with only one wing. He's not safe.]