"No," he said, shaking his head. Ignoring the back of the door hitting against him, he peered down at her. "I don't know if Steve accepted that shit, but I'm not Steve."

That much was clear. Bucky was never Steve. He never wanted to go to war, never wanted to be some impossible hero. Where Bucky would've been content to pull a little red wagon behind him, Steve wasn't. When he had the Serum, he spun in the complete opposite direction of Steve. Steve was lightness while Bucky wasn't. The only person who ever compared him to Steve was himself.

"She's the niece of one of my oldest friends. If she's in trouble, I want to know."