
Steve
He'd always hated hospitals, but it was worse this time.
Bucky was alive. He was out there on his own. He was probably confused and scared.
And Steve was stuck in a stupid hospital when Bucky needed him.
"Just calm down, man." Sam tried again.
Nothing made Steve more stubborn than Bucky.
"I've got to find him." Once again, he pushed himself into a sitting position. He was pretty sure he could stand—
"Stop!" Sam was basically pushing against a brick wall for all he was doing to stop Steve.
"I'm fine." For the most part.
"I get that you want to find him, but you need to heal first."
"I'm fine!"
"No, you're not!"
Steve didn't care. He hasn't been fine since Buck fell off the train. He hasn't been fine since he tried to kill himself on the plane. He hadn't fine since he woke up seventy years later. He hasn't been fine since he realized how badly he'd failed Bucky...
No one understood. No one got it.
He'd gone to his grave with their secret.
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