[Shaking his head, Rumlow took the risk. He made the reach, his fingers wrapping around Bucky's arm, the metal cool beneath his palm. No, he thought. He wasn't free. Not if Bucky was going to stay behind. He couldn't -- wouldn't let that happen. He didn't care if Bucky was going to slit his throat with that piece of glass. It wouldn't accomplish anything. He would just come back. Again and again. To be right here.]

You're a whole lot fucking stronger than you give yourself credit for, Bucky.

[His voice was quiet too, this moment was between them, after all. Even if they were amongst others, it felt as if all of Hell had narrowed down to just the two of them. The ambient noise of the bar had faded into the background, unimportant. Rumlow slid closer, heart thudding in his chest.]

Look how far you've come. How many orders have you been given lately? You exist outside of HYDRA now, Bucky. You exist with me.

[Rumlow came in, knees touching, his other hand gently pressing against Bucky's shoulder to turn him. Face him. His face felt tight, more than usual, jaw clenching to keep himself still in check. Fighting against his own instincts.]

You can walk away. Been trying to help. Didn't want this to happen, to scare you, it's just. I don't wanna lie. Just wanna be with you.