[ It's perspective. The how and why can't connect 'cause Bucky's not lived it, can't put names and faces to people he's not met yet. Doesn't know he'll hang out on a boat, on the docks, drinking beer and fixing shit and smiling. And Sam's got no interest in walking him through all that, because that wouldn't help - it would just be a pile of meaningless future things that he might not get to, sneezed halfway across the galaxy as he is. But a little perspective, a little silver lining?
That can't possibly be a bad thing, right? Even if this Bucky doesn't get it, yet. Even if this Bucky's not the one who made amends to Sam. Not about to leave him out in the cold. Not with the way he looks at the shield as if shell-shocked that it doesn't even begin to fix anything. ]
Your answer ain't gonna be in Steve's book, or the shield's legacy. Sure as shit ain't gonna be in Raynor's rules, either.
[ He looks at Bucky, meets that stare and holds it. ]
It ain't in putting your worth into what other people think of you. Steve's... gone, back home. Him being here... that don't change my point. People having faith in you's a good thing, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter what Steve thinks of you - it doesn't, even if it feels like the only thing that matters. Whether the shield's in a museum or on Captain America's arm, that ain't gonna fix things for you.
[ Sam lets that sit for a breath, but holds up his hand to indicate he's not done. This is harder to do sitting down. And he knows it might not land, or take longer to land. And hell, maybe Bucky's not gonna take it well. Saying this isn't about making Sam feel better either, though. It's about Bucky. ]
Your past is hell. And your nightmares keep you there. Don't mean you gotta live in it. You wanna climb out, you gotta put in the work. Make actual amends. Find your own way to be of service to other people. Ain't gonna help you to say sorry to someone and cross their name off your list. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are, Buck.
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That can't possibly be a bad thing, right? Even if this Bucky doesn't get it, yet. Even if this Bucky's not the one who made amends to Sam. Not about to leave him out in the cold. Not with the way he looks at the shield as if shell-shocked that it doesn't even begin to fix anything. ]
Your answer ain't gonna be in Steve's book, or the shield's legacy. Sure as shit ain't gonna be in Raynor's rules, either.
[ He looks at Bucky, meets that stare and holds it. ]
It ain't in putting your worth into what other people think of you. Steve's... gone, back home. Him being here... that don't change my point. People having faith in you's a good thing, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter what Steve thinks of you - it doesn't, even if it feels like the only thing that matters. Whether the shield's in a museum or on Captain America's arm, that ain't gonna fix things for you.
[ Sam lets that sit for a breath, but holds up his hand to indicate he's not done. This is harder to do sitting down. And he knows it might not land, or take longer to land. And hell, maybe Bucky's not gonna take it well. Saying this isn't about making Sam feel better either, though. It's about Bucky. ]
Your past is hell. And your nightmares keep you there. Don't mean you gotta live in it. You wanna climb out, you gotta put in the work. Make actual amends. Find your own way to be of service to other people. Ain't gonna help you to say sorry to someone and cross their name off your list. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are, Buck.