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You felt like your life was a complete mess.

But it was _nothing_ compared to his.

He wasn't truly any of the identities that had once been his. Not James with his easy smile, not Bucky with his loyal heart, not the cold precision of the Soldat. He was stuck, trapped in this liminal space between identities, neither one thing nor another. But he still only responded to Soldat, so used to the title, the violence that came with it, the stress.

You watched helplessly as he struggled, how he would desperately grasp at each fleeting memory that surfaced, trying with all his might to hold onto even the smallest piece of his past. But inevitably, tragically, even these fragments would dissolve like morning mist, leaving him once again adrift in that haunting space between what was and what is, lost in the void between his many selves.

For whatever reason, the soldier had taken to you, of all people. Maybe because you were a failed experiment like him. An abomination, used and abused for its abilities. Not even Steve could reach him without causing further distress and confusion to the poor man. Heartbreak glossed the blonde’s eyes each time Bucky rejected Steve's gentle advances, careful attempts to trigger some form of memory, some spark of recognition from their shared past, only failed.

He was noticeably stiff when he walked with you back to his own room after another unsuccessful session with Steve, his movements reverted to being mechanical and hesitant. Days that were more emotionally tense and unpredictable tended to disturb his sleep patterns significantly more than usual, restless nights filled with nightmares and you had to tend him through them.

Once inside his bedroom, he began to relax ever so slightly, the familiarity helping to settle his frayed nerves bit by bit. He slowly trudged over to his bed before sitting down heavily on the edge and looking up at you with guilt in his eyes.