You were so busy with whatever else you were doing that was more important than paying attention to me that you didn’t notice I was fading. I was breaking. Right in front of you too, but you must’ve not had your eyes open. Why? Why did you give up? There’s too many things to have hope for…to have faith in. What’s the point of giving up? And did you notice that one night when I seriously considered throwing away my life? Did you? I guess you were too busy.
I'm watching catfa right now and just imagining, if Steve dies in cacw (for Bucky??), if Sam or Nat find Bucky somewhere and he's curled up alone, and they tell him, 'it's not your fault.' And he's like, 'you saw it happen, you know that's not true.' And whoever is there says 'you did everything you could, Bucky. He knew what he was doing. He must've thought you were worth it.' And no one alive anymore knows that Peggy once had to convince Steve the same thing of Bucky.