He takes her hands, drawn to her like a compass needle to the north, even as her words crack the defenses he's been shoring up so desperately and rip them apart.

The sound he makes is broken and raw, an inarticulate wail of pain and anger and previously unexpressed betrayal and grief. Bucky goes to his knees, unable to keep his feet any longer, and pulls his left hand free in order to bury his face in it as he sobs.