"Bucky." Jason sighs, setting his back to the porch supports. He's tired, more than any boy his age should be. He bounces back, and back, and sometimes it's youth, and sometimes it's the fire in his belly that never truly leaves him, but these days that fire is harder to feel.

"I already forgave you. I really thought..." Jason looks down at his hands. "I thought you were going to die, that somebody would have to - stop you."