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After Bucky fell off that train, Steve stopped trying to get out of the war alive. He'd promised Bucky they'd both get home safe. They could live out their lives together, adopt one of the alley cats Bucky kept feeding.
They called him a martyr, putting the plane down a hero's death. He wouldn't've cared about that, had he actually died. Instead, they dug him up. Told him he could do good.
So he fought. And if he lost more of himself along the way? Well, there wasn't anyone who'd notice.
They really should've just left him in the ice.