[Bucky's breath continues to catch in his throat as his heart hammers in his ears. He tries to simultaneously breathe with Sam as push him away. He doesn't deserve the assurance Sam's presence promises, but the programming hums, reminds him that weapons don't get a say. Confusion joins the mix of emotion and Bucky finds that he doesn't have a solid answer for Sam, though he should. He owes Sam so much, after everything that's happened. After yanking him down onto the deck of a gunship, after wrenching one week off and kicking him out into open air, after throwing him by his face into the dark, after fighting him again and again on Concordia and the Waypoint.
Bucky doesn't deserve Sam.
He reaches up to the braids to start pulling them apart. He's nothing more than a weapon and weapons don't get braids or feathers.]
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[Bucky's breath continues to catch in his throat as his heart hammers in his ears. He tries to simultaneously breathe with Sam as push him away. He doesn't deserve the assurance Sam's presence promises, but the programming hums, reminds him that weapons don't get a say. Confusion joins the mix of emotion and Bucky finds that he doesn't have a solid answer for Sam, though he should. He owes Sam so much, after everything that's happened. After yanking him down onto the deck of a gunship, after wrenching one week off and kicking him out into open air, after throwing him by his face into the dark, after fighting him again and again on Concordia and the Waypoint.
Bucky doesn't deserve Sam.
He reaches up to the braids to start pulling them apart. He's nothing more than a weapon and weapons don't get braids or feathers.]