She follows him down in a heartbeat, her arms going around his neck, her hand pressing into his hair as she coaxes him to set his forehead against her shoulder. "Bucky," she murmurs, and just holds him, feeling his body jerk against hers. Each sob feels like it's going to rip him in two.

It's impossible to understand. It's so unlike Steve as to be utterly unbelievable. But here's Bucky, telling her it's true, trying so hard to defend the man who'd meant so much to him for so long.