Run

The thing was, Steve was the first person to treat the Winter Soldier like a human being in years. The first person to look at his face and his eyes and say a name. The Winter Soldier had not been prepared for what that did to him, for the way being treated like a person threw him. He didn’t know how to handle it, he wasn’t sure how to be a person. He could play the part of weapon. He was used to that, used to the degradation and the unworthiness and the way he and his feelings amounted to zero. He didn’t know if after all that he’d been through, he could play the part of human. Still, through the pain and the fear and the uncertainty, to be recognized as a person was such a refreshing taste that the Winter Soldier never wanted to be a weapon again. He didn’t want to be a used thing anymore. Despite the way he lashed out, he was so, so grateful to Steve and he owed him the world.