Duckbred
James "Bucky" Barnes has spent a lifetime surviving-war, HYDRA, and the weight of everything they turned him into. Even now, freedom doesn't feel like peace. It feels like proving, over and over again, that he isn't the weapon they made him.
So classification? It never mattered. Soft things like that weren't for him. Not for someone who remembers too much, who's done too much, who still feels like he has to stay in control just to keep everyone safe.
But then he sees what being Little does-how it steadies, how it soothes-and a quiet, dangerous thought takes root: what if he could have that too?