[Sometimes, all you can do is staunch the bleeding. Steve draws Bucky in against him, letting hold on. Long as he needs.]

I know, pal. I love you too.

[His instinct is to say, who are you trying to convince? Bucky's never been one for reiterating truths taken to be self-evident. But he's shaken, shocked and scared, and the whole of the world has bent him beneath its weight, and the idea of adding unnecessarily to that yoke unnerves him.

Instead, gently,]

You were right. About-- him. The Winter Soldier. Whatever you're doing with him, it's-- helping.