Bucky was sitting on the top step in front of the door leading to the roof.
As Steve and Clint came up the stairs, stopping several steps below, Bucky gave them a strained smile. "Sorry, Stevie. Clint."
Steve glanced back at Clint, who nodded and disappeared back down the stairs.
Steve climbed up the last few steps and sat down beside his friend. They were silent for a few minutes.
"You want to talk about it?" Steve finally asked.
Bucky shot a sideways look at him, then away. "I've been remembering things," he said quietly. "And none of it's good."