Steve goes sheet-white hearing this. Because he can say it all himself, except for who fell. And, sadly, for the resources that hadn't been expended looking for Bucky. He was just a soldier, after all. Steve had begged and pleaded that they needed to at least find his body, but there was no way they were going to risk soldiers freezing for a corpse. And that was what they had been sure Bucky was, at that point. A corpse.
They'd both been wrong.
Steve feels like he has asthma all over again. He can't breathe and he's choking on his own tongue trying to talk as he stares at Bucky who...who is him. It's him in another life where HYDRA never got him. Never tortured him. He's whole and he doesn't care that this means he was probably the one in Bucky's place because his best friend had been spared.
This is what it looks like. Bucky alive and whole and spared.
His eyes are shining as he grips his friend's shoulders, still not quite able to breathe or get color back into his face.
"You fell off the train, Buck. Where...where I came from, you fell off the train. I tried to get to you and...the railing broke. I couldn't... There was nothing anyone could do. They were sure you were dead and they didn't even look for you..."
His head is spinning. He's not sure if it's lack of oxygen, hangover, or everything crashing in on him at once.
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Date: 2019-01-31 09:47 pm (UTC)They'd both been wrong.
Steve feels like he has asthma all over again. He can't breathe and he's choking on his own tongue trying to talk as he stares at Bucky who...who is him. It's him in another life where HYDRA never got him. Never tortured him. He's whole and he doesn't care that this means he was probably the one in Bucky's place because his best friend had been spared.
This is what it looks like. Bucky alive and whole and spared.
His eyes are shining as he grips his friend's shoulders, still not quite able to breathe or get color back into his face.
"You fell off the train, Buck. Where...where I came from, you fell off the train. I tried to get to you and...the railing broke. I couldn't... There was nothing anyone could do. They were sure you were dead and they didn't even look for you..."
His head is spinning. He's not sure if it's lack of oxygen, hangover, or everything crashing in on him at once.
"God...Bucky. It's really you?"