[Bits of Bucky crawl into place, slip into the gaps in the programming as he stares. Like a string tugged in the back of his head, the link provides the pull to draw up the scaffolding Bucky's brain has grown used to rebuilding again and again. Every time it gets torn down, more and more pieces of him are lost in the dust and the programming fills those holes like weeds.]
Who's Bucky--- [His rising intonation stops halfway through as his head processes. His name is Bucky. This guy... Sam. Sam and his wings and---
He jerks his hand free of Sam's, though solely for the purpose of digging the challenge coin out of his pocket.
Wings. Sam.
His eyes slowly widen as his breathing shallows and he takes in the room around him, the smashed chair, the flaking pieces of ceiling...
No.No. Panic is replaced in an instant by a crushing weight. Not again.]
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Who's Bucky--- [His rising intonation stops halfway through as his head processes. His name is Bucky. This guy... Sam. Sam and his wings and---
He jerks his hand free of Sam's, though solely for the purpose of digging the challenge coin out of his pocket.
Wings. Sam.
His eyes slowly widen as his breathing shallows and he takes in the room around him, the smashed chair, the flaking pieces of ceiling...
No.No. Panic is replaced in an instant by a crushing weight. Not again.]