[ Sam sits on that for a moment. A truth he doesn't want to hear but has to acknowledge anyway. ]
I know. Jesus, Buck, I... I know.
[ Softly - because it's true. He does know it. It's always the people close to him, and never Sam himself. Apollo, bleeding red over the ground below, and watching others die or leave or else be taken away from him.
And he knows it's unfair, too - to expect Bucky to stand aside and watch Sam shoulder all the risk and potential hurt on his own. ]
Can we compromise on this? Let me do some of this shit, and trust me to leave the things I couldn't protect myself from without the amulet to you. 'cause we both know the suit and shield are gonna protect me from a punch and a knife and a bullet if the amulet fails, but I got no clue if they'd hold against... I don't know, magic. So...
[ Sam shifts, crosses his arms and then uncrosses them again, leans forwards to search Bucky's gaze. ]
Can you trust me with a calculated risk if we agree on the non-super soldier limit and I let you take it from there?
I do trust you, Sam. I trust you more than I trust myself.
[Which, sure, that last part probably isn't saying much. Not when Bucky's feelings towards himself haven't ever been particularly high. But he still means it. Still needs Sam to know, to understand, that it has nothing to do with trust. If it was, this'd all be so much simpler to deal with. They wouldn't have built up their friendship, this partnership, without it. They'd be able to follow through on their promise in that police station. Would have been able to go of on their own, separate vacations, and never looked back.
He can't even imagine doing that, now.
To bad that's exactly what he'll be doing if he gets his regret undone.]
The reason I keep trying to stop you is because you're all that I've got left. I lost my family. I lost Steve. [There's a humorless huff of laughter as he adds-] Hell, I lost myself. But you-
[How to put it. How to explain to the guy that without him, there wouldn't be a Bucky Barnes anymore. Six months of therapy with Raynor, and nothing had worked. But those weeks with Sam, that single conversation, and everything finally clicked. Sam has that effect on people, whether he realizes it or not. He attracts others to him by simply being himself. Sam is a good man, and the world needs him in it.]
You've got a family. You've got friends. You've got a whole damn community that loves you, and an entire country that's gonna learn to. [An entire world, really.]
You're gonna change the world, Sam. So I can't just sit back and watch you risk being taken out by something that could've been avoided.
[ For a moment, Sam has to look down. Has to swallow thickly and just let the words settle on his shoulders. It's a lot to hear this, and he has to fight the kneejerk need to shakes his head and deny all of it, because he doesn't feel as special as Bucky makes him sound. Same time, he can't deny the flush it brings to his face, the way something in him feels quiet and pleased and warm at the regard in which Bucky holds him. And in the end, Sam accepts the words - ​part of it is the role he has to fulfill now. He has people looking to him. With that come expectations, whether intentional or not, and obligations. Sam's no longer just flying through the air, free and for himself.
He's a symbol, even while rewriting what that symbol stands for. Symbols are nothing without the women and men who give them meaning. His own words, after all. ]
You forgot yourself in that list of people I got, Buck. You ain't just... you ain't the shield's Plus One, y'know. And stupid jokes aside, you also ain't just Steve's friend I somehow ended up keeping around like the grumpiest stray cat.
[ Sam reaches out, curls a strong hand around Bucky's forearm. Unsure if he needs the touch himself or is offering it to reaffirm his own words to Bucky in some way. ]
You matter to me. You're my best friend, and my family. And... selfishly, you're the one person who's shown up for me when I needed him. The one person I let that close. [ His fingers twitch, but he doesn't pull back from his hold. Sam keeps people at arm's length - he's just really good at seeming like he lets everyone close. But these days, it's just Bucky who gets to come that close without being kept back so gentle it's impossible to notice. ] Only way I can put myself into everyone else's corners and be what everyone needs me to be is knowing I got you in my corner. And I know it's unfair to put you there, because it ain't your job to prop me up. I know I gotta accept that one day I'll look over my shoulder and you ain't gonna be there. I just... Buck, I'm not gonna stop stepping into the ring. But I can promise I know you're in my corner, and I ain't looking to ignore that and go it alone just to get punched out. I trust you with my life.
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I know. Jesus, Buck, I... I know.
[ Softly - because it's true. He does know it. It's always the people close to him, and never Sam himself. Apollo, bleeding red over the ground below, and watching others die or leave or else be taken away from him.
And he knows it's unfair, too - to expect Bucky to stand aside and watch Sam shoulder all the risk and potential hurt on his own. ]
Can we compromise on this? Let me do some of this shit, and trust me to leave the things I couldn't protect myself from without the amulet to you. 'cause we both know the suit and shield are gonna protect me from a punch and a knife and a bullet if the amulet fails, but I got no clue if they'd hold against... I don't know, magic. So...
[ Sam shifts, crosses his arms and then uncrosses them again, leans forwards to search Bucky's gaze. ]
Can you trust me with a calculated risk if we agree on the non-super soldier limit and I let you take it from there?
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[Which, sure, that last part probably isn't saying much. Not when Bucky's feelings towards himself haven't ever been particularly high. But he still means it. Still needs Sam to know, to understand, that it has nothing to do with trust. If it was, this'd all be so much simpler to deal with. They wouldn't have built up their friendship, this partnership, without it. They'd be able to follow through on their promise in that police station. Would have been able to go of on their own, separate vacations, and never looked back.
He can't even imagine doing that, now.
To bad that's exactly what he'll be doing if he gets his regret undone.]
The reason I keep trying to stop you is because you're all that I've got left. I lost my family. I lost Steve. [There's a humorless huff of laughter as he adds-] Hell, I lost myself. But you-
[How to put it. How to explain to the guy that without him, there wouldn't be a Bucky Barnes anymore. Six months of therapy with Raynor, and nothing had worked. But those weeks with Sam, that single conversation, and everything finally clicked. Sam has that effect on people, whether he realizes it or not. He attracts others to him by simply being himself. Sam is a good man, and the world needs him in it.]
You've got a family. You've got friends. You've got a whole damn community that loves you, and an entire country that's gonna learn to. [An entire world, really.]
You're gonna change the world, Sam. So I can't just sit back and watch you risk being taken out by something that could've been avoided.
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He's a symbol, even while rewriting what that symbol stands for. Symbols are nothing without the women and men who give them meaning. His own words, after all. ]
You forgot yourself in that list of people I got, Buck. You ain't just... you ain't the shield's Plus One, y'know. And stupid jokes aside, you also ain't just Steve's friend I somehow ended up keeping around like the grumpiest stray cat.
[ Sam reaches out, curls a strong hand around Bucky's forearm. Unsure if he needs the touch himself or is offering it to reaffirm his own words to Bucky in some way. ]
You matter to me. You're my best friend, and my family. And... selfishly, you're the one person who's shown up for me when I needed him. The one person I let that close. [ His fingers twitch, but he doesn't pull back from his hold. Sam keeps people at arm's length - he's just really good at seeming like he lets everyone close. But these days, it's just Bucky who gets to come that close without being kept back so gentle it's impossible to notice. ] Only way I can put myself into everyone else's corners and be what everyone needs me to be is knowing I got you in my corner. And I know it's unfair to put you there, because it ain't your job to prop me up. I know I gotta accept that one day I'll look over my shoulder and you ain't gonna be there. I just... Buck, I'm not gonna stop stepping into the ring. But I can promise I know you're in my corner, and I ain't looking to ignore that and go it alone just to get punched out. I trust you with my life.