"Bucky – what you did – none of it's your fault."
"I know. But I still did it. There's no -" Bucky drew in a shuddering breath. "No forgiving what I've done."
Feeling helpless, Steve took Bucky's hand, squeezing it tight. The two men sat in silence.
"When Clint asked if I was any good with a bow, I was –" Bucky leaned heavily against Steve, his face gaunt. "It used to be just dreams, nightmares. Now – it's like I'm right back in it, Like I'm still him. Stevie, I am still him. And I don't know how to stop it."