He stops, searching her face, confusion and dismay in his own shadowed, suddenly-uncertain glance.

"I w--" he tries, and chokes on the word. Bucky shakes his head, furious at the limitation, and stubbornly tries again. "I need you to believe me, Sharon. I don't -- I don't want," he manages, as cold sweat breaks out on his temples. "For you to have any doubts. About me. About how I feel, about you."