[ The programming shrieks, and Sam gives it the proverbial middle finger as he winds himself around Bucky's scaffolding. It hasn't been on purpose, going in this deep, not like the last times he's gone into Bucky's head or pulled Bucky into his own, but it's working. The programming never belonged in Bucky's head, no matter how much it's worked its hooks into it, but it sure as hell doesn't belong in Sam's. And right now there's not a whole lot of difference between their minds.
Last time they his, waited it out, but this time they can fight it.
When Bucky struggles to press closer, to bring them into more physical contact, Sam goes with it. He sits as well, hauling Bucky in until he's practically in Sam's lap, chests pressed together and a hand tangled in Bucky's hair. ]
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Last time they his, waited it out, but this time they can fight it.
When Bucky struggles to press closer, to bring them into more physical contact, Sam goes with it. He sits as well, hauling Bucky in until he's practically in Sam's lap, chests pressed together and a hand tangled in Bucky's hair. ]