None of this should have been forced onto Bucky's shoulders. In his understanding, even after losing an arm and falling off a cliff, he had still been strong enough to want to go on living.
He had wanted to find someone to rescue him, only to be saved by Hydra.
Then he had been dragged away for forced brainwashing and torture, slowly erasing his sense of self and will,
Even taking away Bucky's chance to commit suicide.
Yet he had held out until the very last moment. Among that batch of the Winter Soldier Program, he had been the most difficult one to deal with, but in the end, he still could not escape the fate of being brainwashed.
But before that moment, he had always been a warrior whose heart was filled with justice and kindness.
Everything that happened afterward,
Had all been beyond his control, until he awoke again three days ago,
And found himself burdened with all of it.
He had clearly held out until the very last moment and remained a commando with justice and conscience in his heart, yet now, after suffering endless torment and pain, he had received no reward and still had to bear these countless blood debts.
How unfair was this to Bucky? He had given everything for justice.
Yet what he received in return was even more agonizing torment, as if he had fallen into an abyss. How heartbreaking was this for Bucky?
But he had still chosen to bear it. He had not tried to escape. He was even willing to shoulder everything for that other self who had controlled his body.
At this moment, he did not even know why he was doing this, but he still chose to accept it.
Perhaps this was simply his fate. Bucky's eyes