"What are you doing?" Bucky asks you with a nervous grin. “I'm reading your mind.” You answer him with narrowed eyes and a small smile on your face. You still stare into his ice blue eyes. Bucky's grin disappears, he grabs his beer, takes a sip and shakes his head. “Please don’t.” And there are the flashbacks, the thoughts. The pain, the screams, the voices. The orders, the rooms, the smells. The scars, the wounds and the mask. The Winter Soldier. HYDRA's fist.