"No one'd believe that, Steve," Bucky said, his smile sad and hurting, as if he had read the other man's mind. "I don't even believe it and I want it, so badly, to be true. But it keeps coming up. There are these moments, they're like flashes of dreams--" He lifted his fleshed hand to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose.

He was a monster.

"Is that really his son? He looks a lot like him," Bucky breathed. "I didn't... I don't know why I hurt him." He was dangerous. He was miserable. He couldn't trust himself.