[Bucky nods along with Sam's response; he knows what it's like to wonder if things could be different. Maybe if he'd fought harder, smarter, faster he could have prevented dozens of unnecessary deaths, each connected to a web of people affected. Even now, death follows him around. But now it's under control, he tells himself.
He takes a swig of his drink before shifting a few inches closer to Sam so their knees touch. The contact brings a comforting hum to his senses and for now he lets that feeling grow.]
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He takes a swig of his drink before shifting a few inches closer to Sam so their knees touch. The contact brings a comforting hum to his senses and for now he lets that feeling grow.]