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"I need to remember.”

look dudes those of you who know me know I am occasionally prone to hyperbole (don’t all deny it at once) but this is THE WORST, THIS IS AWFUL, I AM CLUTCHING MY FACE, I SQUEAKED IN THE CINEMA, LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT HIS FIVE DAY BEARD HE CAN’T REMEMBER HOW TO SHAVE AND HIS BASEBALL CAP HE STOLE FROM SOMEWHERE BECAUSE HE NEEDS TO BLEND IN, LOOK AT HOW HE’S STANDING A LITTLE HUNCHED, JUST IN CASE ANYONE IS LOOKING.

LOOK AT HOW HE’S LOOKING AT HIMSELF WITH ALMOST THE SAME EXPRESSION

THIS IS THE WORST. 

The fact that Bucky has forgotten how to take care of himself and doesn’t know how to act like a person is incredibly heartbreaking. And there he stands staring at the man he used to be, or at least, the man Steve said he was. But he is not Bucky Barnes. Not anymore. He can’t remember how to be Bucky Barnes. He stands there hearing a voice mention his name and narrate how he and Steve were friends and how he had sacrificed his life for something important. But that is not him anymore. Not after everything he has done and the things that were done to him. This is probably the first time he has actually stopped to look at himself. The only times he saw his reflection before were the moments before he got turned back to ice or the brief seconds when he caught a glance of it in car windows and rearview mirrors. A hero, they called him. He can’t remember ever doing anything remotely heroic. 

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