You'd follow Bucky into the other room, trying to calm him down after his little outburst

“Bucky, stop it! You’re not like them!”

You'd exclaim, placing your hand on his arm in a way to attempt to sooth him, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and a worried expression as he'd tug his arm away from their grip, speaking in a rough, grumpy tone, the tone he uses when he's shutting down and bottling everything up

“Oh there's a "them" now.."

Hearing his remark, you'd speak again, scoffing as you'd speak

"You're not that kind of Solider.."

He'd immediately snap back in response, his tone full of anger and disbelief as he'd grumble out as he'd put his metal arm infront of him, intending you to look at it while he speaks

"The kind that needs to be muzzled? The kind that makes you think you need to carry around a weapon? Yeah, don't think I didn’t notice that little item the first time we met. So let me ask you a question. Are you afraid of me?"

You look at him, flinching when he lifts his arm to speak, guilt flashing in your eyes as your eyes would meet his. His expression drops as he'd scoff, taking a step back as his voice would shake with emotion, forcing himself to push it all down as he'd speak

“I knew it… Just when I thought somebody actually believed in me."