Honestly, the more he heard about this, the less he liked it. And Steve hadn't liked it in the first place. He knew people were capable of things like this, of using people like they were commodities, and not people. If anything... that was why he had been made. To stop one person who saw himself and a few select others as better than everyone else, who saw everyone else as animals that needed to be put down.
But he'd never come face to face with that person, really, nor anyone who had suffered directly at his hands. he'd been an icicle in the North Atlantic months before the Americans had stumbled upon the camps. But right here, right now, he felt like the very first Army man who'd walked into a camp like that, and saw what had been done to the people there.
"Buck - " For a minute, it was okay that Bucky didn't want him to say anything, because he didn't know what to say. His fingers flexed, clenched into fists - and the pencil he'd been holding snapped, although he didn't notice it. He glanced up at Bucky's face, and he wasn't even sure where to start. I'm sorry couldn't possibly be enough. But Bucky had to see that just knowing what had happened made Steve feel like someone had punched him in the gut - with a knife, and then twisted the blade.
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Date: 2014-06-28 11:59 pm (UTC)But he'd never come face to face with that person, really, nor anyone who had suffered directly at his hands. he'd been an icicle in the North Atlantic months before the Americans had stumbled upon the camps. But right here, right now, he felt like the very first Army man who'd walked into a camp like that, and saw what had been done to the people there.
"Buck - " For a minute, it was okay that Bucky didn't want him to say anything, because he didn't know what to say. His fingers flexed, clenched into fists - and the pencil he'd been holding snapped, although he didn't notice it. He glanced up at Bucky's face, and he wasn't even sure where to start. I'm sorry couldn't possibly be enough. But Bucky had to see that just knowing what had happened made Steve feel like someone had punched him in the gut - with a knife, and then twisted the blade.