[Bucky. He rolls the name around in his head like he's tasting it, trying to fit it into all the gaping holes in his head, but Bucky didn't equate well with The Soldier. Scraping up all the pieces blown apart by the jet engine takes time and so far he's not found a single sliver that rings with Bucky. He glances to the side, away from the familiar face to somewhere in the distance as he continues to dig through the ashes scattered through his head.
Something touches his mind, gentle fingers brushing against the open wound and Bucky physically reacts, staggering up to his feet away from the smaller man.]
Nnno! [He doesn't mean to shout, but his voice is too loud in the tiny room, too wild and feral to belong in an upscale place like the Bearings.
He doesn't know about walls, about shielding his head from anything; if Steve wanted, all he'd have to do is reach out and take The Soldier's mind by force.]
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Something touches his mind, gentle fingers brushing against the open wound and Bucky physically reacts, staggering up to his feet away from the smaller man.]
Nnno! [He doesn't mean to shout, but his voice is too loud in the tiny room, too wild and feral to belong in an upscale place like the Bearings.
He doesn't know about walls, about shielding his head from anything; if Steve wanted, all he'd have to do is reach out and take The Soldier's mind by force.]