[Her eyes tear up as she listens to him. Because the way he's talking, the weight his words carry. Lydia knows it's more than common sense. She knows it's more than about him trying to comfort her.

She knows it's personal. That he speaks from experience. And it breaks her heart more. For him, for the fact that Steve knows how she feels. For Bucky, because she has no doubt he's the one who sacrificed himself for Steve. And for Allison. Because this isn't the first time she's able to draw parallels between Bucky and Allison. And apparently, it won't be the last.]

I never meant to push her away. I don't want to create some kind of argument, but I wanted to do something to snap her out of this stupid, vicious cycle of her trying to save my life! [She's crying now. And she knows how lucky she is. She never had a friend like Allison in her life before. Someone willing to do anything to protect her.

But that's the problem. She can't find another Allison. She can't replace her if she loses her again. And she doesn't want to.]

I've never felt so helpless, so lost before like I did when I lost her. When I felt her die. I want to treasure her friendship, Steve. But I can't do it, when I can't stop remembering her body on the floor. I can't stop thinking about what it felt like when she was gone.

I need her to understand that I need her here with me. Not dying for me. And I don't know how else I can get that through to her.