from_the_outside

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The video clip opens with a close-up view of Bucky's face, his brow creased slightly in concentration before he sits back, evidently having stabilized the phone on whatever he's using to hold it. It's quiet, wherever he's filmed this, with no background noise other than a faint, distant trickle of running water. The image is a little dim, but there's enough ambient light of some kind that it's easy to see him clearly, as well as the brick and mortar of the wall he leans back against as he stares into the camera. The look in his eyes is bleak, but there's no sign of the emptiness his gaze had held before - only weary resignation.

"Hi." He sounds as tired as he looks, his voice low but still clear. "I figure I'm talking to both Steve and Sharon right now, not sure who else, if anyone. It's morning when I'm filming this, the day after." He frowns for a second, considering, and clarifies. "The day after Insight. After you stopped Insight, I mean. You and Natasha and I guess his name's Sam? And whoever else you had helping you. We all know it sure as hell wasn't me."

He takes a long, shuddering breath. "By now I figure you know more about the Winter Soldier than you did before. Or if you don't, you will soon. The short version is that I've been HYDRA's puppet for the last seventy years. Their weapon. Whatever you've heard, it's probably all true. I'm a criminal, a terrorist, an assassin and a murderer. And that's why, even though you both asked me to - I'm not coming back. I'm sorry."