(Steve's POV, because he is typing this >.>)
It'd been a few hours later, but Bucky hadn't left his bedroom. I had no idea what he was feeling; but whatever it was probably wasn't good.
I walked down the hall, and knocked on his door. "You okay, Buck?"
He mumbled something in return.
"What?" I asked.
He attacked me with a hug. "Did you see her costume?" He asked.
"Yeah, I did." I said.
"She probably doesn't even know that I--"
"Bucky, stop." I ordered.
"No, stop. You can't keep doing this to yourself." I said.
"But, Steve, I... It doesn't just go away." He said. "I can't just get rid of The Winter Soldier. He's still a part of me, and I can't stop that. I can't just wake up one day and be just Bucky Barnes again."
"You are Bucky Barnes. Nothing can change that," I said.
"Not even The Winter Soldier, not Hydra, nothing, and no one." I said, reassuring him.
He just looked at me, and hugged me again.
"You're still the same Bucky Barnes I loved like a brother in the '40s." I told him.
"What would I do without you?" He asked.
I didn't answer, I just hugged him tighter.