sorrow sings a song in me (слэш)

You’re the kinda guy that God loves. You’re golden and perfect and strong. Some people aren’t made for war, and you’re one of them.
They can waste me on something like this. No matter how many kids I kill dead, it’s not sending me to Hell. No. I saved myself a spot down there when I fell in love with you.
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Bucky leaves Steve notes: some from seventy years ago, some from now. They all mean the same thing. They all lead Steve to him.