[The only things he knows at this particular moment is that there's a crying young woman in his living room and he has no clue what any of what she just said meant except I used to be called Bucky.
He would gape, but the tears prompt some kind of action. So Steve closes the door again and very awkwardly puts an arm around her shoulders, another on the back of her head, like a parent with a sick child.] Easy. Easy. You've got nothing to be sorry for, not with me. Take a deep breath.
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He would gape, but the tears prompt some kind of action. So Steve closes the door again and very awkwardly puts an arm around her shoulders, another on the back of her head, like a parent with a sick child.] Easy. Easy. You've got nothing to be sorry for, not with me. Take a deep breath.