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13 Eyes

13 Eyes
Steve paced in front of the couch, staring into space, thinking. Natasha looked up at him quietly.
“Maybe he’s not the Bucky you remember,” Natasha said. “He’s changed.”
“We grew up together,” Steve said miserably. “He’s still my best friend.”
“But he doesn’t think so, Steve,” Natasha replied gently.
“I’m not going to give up and just let him push me away,” Steve said. “I want to be there for him.” Natasha looked down at the notebooks open next to her on the couch where Bucky had left them. It was open to a drawing of him. “You should have seen his eyes, Natasha,” Steve muttered distractedly. “It’s like he’s just gone. He’s almost dead.”
Natasha listened to Steve as he carried on, upset.
“He saved me a hundred times. That’s what friends do for each other and I let him down and I’m not going to let him down again,” Steve said.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Natasha reminded Steve as she had again and again. Steve just looked at her. “There’s nothing you could have done.”
“You don’t understand,” Steve said. “I needed to have done something.”