bucky may never know about steve’s cried so hard his nose stopped up grief in the midst of a world war and a bombed out bar. one man and a bottle of hard liquor, one man left in the wreckage of what should’ve been solid ground. his steve, stone cold sober and wishing to god he could be numb just the once. his best friend in a military uniform with bloodshot eyes.
maybe someday bucky will find out about steve crashing the jet and realize that particular timeline of events was driven by a furious one man show hellbent on avenging him.
it wasn’t your fault
