"No," Steve said quietly. Part of him didn't want to. Part of him felt he should. And a third part of him simply wished, briefly, that he could take the men who'd done this, and crush their skulls with his hands.
Bucky didn't deserve this. And suddenly, Steve wondered if he needed to hear it. "Bucky," he said slowly, "You didn't do anything to deserve this. I hope you know that. But they weren't people. They were animals, and -" His jaw set in a line. "It's not my job to hunt them down. But if I ever meet them... they're going to wish they hadn't met me."
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Date: 2014-06-28 10:48 pm (UTC)Bucky didn't deserve this. And suddenly, Steve wondered if he needed to hear it. "Bucky," he said slowly, "You didn't do anything to deserve this. I hope you know that. But they weren't people. They were animals, and -" His jaw set in a line. "It's not my job to hunt them down. But if I ever meet them... they're going to wish they hadn't met me."