[text - unknown] i dunno who you are
[text - unknown] but yum.
She propped her foot up to keep her from running. “Actually, none. Nat explain sorta what happened to you, so all is forgiven.” She leaned back, watching her. I suppose you deserve a proper introduction. “Sam Wilson, Army.” She grinned and flipped her braids over her shoulder.
Fingers rub the tattoo on her wrist absently. “What about you, Bucky, have you forgiven yourself?” She put her foot down and smiled. “It wasn’t your fault, none of it.”
This was a mistake. A huge one. And Bucky only had herself to blame for it. She had been careless and stupid. Now she was trapped in a crowded place with one of the people she had hurt. The memory of her last encounter with Sam replayed in her mind. She barely could remember anything about her life before Hydra but she could remember trying to throw Sam out of the sky so clearly.
Her eyes flicked down to Sam’s boot and back to her face. There was no point in trying to run down. It would cause too much of a commotion. Instead Bucky sat back in her chair, although her body stayed tense and ready to make a run for it at any moment. She nodded curtly as Sam’s introduction, her eyes narrowing. What was Sam’s angle?
“I killed so many people,” Bucky whispered, conscious of who might be listening at any given moment. “How is it not my fault?”
“Say we were playing chess, and my bishop took your queen.” She tapped the table thoughtfully. “Would it be the fault of thebishop or the person moving the bishop?” She took a drink her coffee.
“You feel the guilt of the actions you did, but you weren’t in control of yourself. You were simply a piece on the board. The fault isn’t yours, but the people who had manipulated you."
She sighed. "I work with people who have the same guilts as you, for the same reasons.”
