Bucky nodded, but didn't find Steve telling him he could go wherever he wanted very comforting. He started playing one of the movies on his laptop - he didn't care what he was watching, he just wanted to watch something, to distract himself from his thoughts.

Still, he finally said, "I'm sorry I flinched when you called me Buck." His voice was quiet, just loud enough to reach Steve. "They used to.... call me that." He pulled his blanket more tight around himself, his hand sliding down to his leg. He could feel his scars through the thick fabric of his sweatpants.

"How much do you know about what they did to me?" He couldn't look at Steve, couldn't look at his face.