"Steve, you gotta to keep your head on straight, alright? I'm leaving tomorrow, which means I won't be here to save your ass for a while."
"I know, Buck. You can stop worrying about me, okay?"
Bucky smiled and shook his head exasperatedly. "Punk."
"Jerk." Steve responded, pulling Bucky in for a hug.
-X-
Steve could almost her Bucky's words echoing in his head, "Keep your head on straight, okay?"
"What is your decision, Steven?" the man- Dr. Erskine- said.
Bucky wouldn't want me to.
But Bucky's not here to stop me.
"I accept." Steve said, not an ounce of uncertainty in his voice.
"Good."
I'm coming for you, Bucky.
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