[He doesn't like the line of people, he feels hemmed in on all sides and he's aware that any one of them could be an enemy. But he keeps his hands shoved deep in his pockets and keeps his posture deliberately slouched and non-threatening so as to not draw attention to himself.]
I know.
[He read the journal.]
But you carried on, Steve, you don't need me around.
[At least he says 'me' now, and not 'him'. He's sort of started to accept that he might be Bucky Barnes.]
no subject
I know.
[He read the journal.]
But you carried on, Steve, you don't need me around.
[At least he says 'me' now, and not 'him'. He's sort of started to accept that he might be Bucky Barnes.]