Steve didn't say anything when he realized the significance of the list. He couldn't. He went back to the bedroom, pacing the room until Bucky, looking pale, rejoined him.
"Why the list?" Steve said, voice tight. "We grew up together, fought together. You were a good man, no, you are a good man." He took a shaky breath. "I know you. All that shit, it wasn't your fault –"
"Steve, you gotta understand." Bucky grabbed Steve's hand. "I'm remembering more every day. I need to remember and own what I did, if I'm ever gonna get out from under it."