"Steve, I'm. I'm tethered to the train, now. Even if I wasn't, I can't go with you," Soldat says haltingly. "I'm not. There's." Ugh, this is so hard, especially when the last time they tried to explain this to Steve, it hadn't gone well.

They pull away and go drop onto the couch. "Steve. I'm not. Your Bucky." The goddamn name is still hard to say, all of this is hard to say, but they make themselves do it. He deserves to know. To make his own choices. "I'm not him. I died in the helicarrier. There's some other Bucky you need to get back to, who didn't die."