Bucky sighed. He was going to have to explain. He didn't want to explain. He really wanted to just turn and run. His head tilted and he eyed Steve up and down, taking in his demeanor and body language. "I know who you are. You..."

Bucky nodded his head, frowning slightly. "I'm Bucky, but... I'm not the man you want me to be." Slowly, Bucky raised his metal hand, waving the fingers at Steve. "I... I can't be the man from your past. He is not me. I saw him, at the museum. I..." Bucky stammered, having trouble putting the words together.

He didn't want to fight with Steve.

"I'm broken."