[Bucky presses his face further into Sam's shoulder and curls his arm about his broodmate's waist. The increased contact soothes him further, allows their minds to wind tighter together and hold the programming at bay. It's not always like this, his mind provides without Bucky needing to form the thought into words. When he's alone it's worse, much worse, but when he's with others, especially Sam and his broodmates, the programming quiets to a hum.
For now, he doesn't see anything wrong with wanting something, with being selfish in his desire to sleep. He's exhausted and exhausted weapons don't work as well.]
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For now, he doesn't see anything wrong with wanting something, with being selfish in his desire to sleep. He's exhausted and exhausted weapons don't work as well.]