That was miserable and heartbreaking. Steve wasn’t some super man that could snap his fingers and make Bucky understand how wrong he was about his life, but he could at least get his fingers into the cracks in that facade he could see forming all of Bucky’s face and peel off another layer.

“You only belong to yourself. People don’t own other people. They’ve made you think that you’re something you aren’t. You’re not a weapon. You don’t have to do anything they tell you to do. You don’t have handlers anymore.”

Steve could go on but Tony zipped past them towards rows of red and gold suits of armor. The blond couldn’t help but glance up.

“Make out later, hurry up and get over here.”