The urge to lie was so strong as he looked back at Bucky. To tell him he wasn't hurting. That none of it mattered. But he knew that these were maybe the only two people in the world who had always and would always see right through him.

Instead he glanced out the window, trying to fight the urge to slip out the door and walk back to the apartment. He needed some time to process all of it. Some time where he could figure out what they needed from him and what he could give without giving away the conflicted feelings of love, jealousy, guilt and loss that he felt in the pit of his stomach.

"I don't know," he said, forcing himself to look back at them. "I don't want to change anything you two have. I love..." He paused, his eyes meeting Peggy's. "I love both of you. And if you've found a way to make each other happy, I don't want to stand in the way of that."