"Why didn't I die?!" The door wasn't locked, Bucky just didn't want strangers to see him cry. It wasn't very manly at all and he felt the need to keep up that appearance. Once upon a time, he'd been able to take any dame he wanted to out for a good time, get a kiss here or there, and not have to worry about losing part of himself. He could barely remember what happiness was like, but he did know now that there was some other person inside of him looking out through his eyes. He could almost feel him squirming.

If Steve came in, he'd find Bucky seated on the floor, wedged between the toilet and the shower. He barely fit in there, but they told you to take cover from bombs when they were kids and...

This felt like he was getting bombs dropped on his head