[ Don't give him that look, Bucky, Clint doesn't count as company.
Or at least, he doesn't count as company to Sam, and sometimes it's hard for Sam to remember that just because the two of them occupy the biggest parts of his mind, that it's hard for him to find the edges of where he ends and they begin - it doesn't mean that the two of them know each other anymore than the echoes that they can pick up from Sam's mind. An apology curls out across Bucky's mind when Sam picks up that anger, following by something closer to it's fine.
Sam came because he wanted to. With the two of them both right by him - more than ever the wind of his mental link is tinged with static, and the feathers feel closer to the fletching of an arrow. Maybe it's selfish to want them both physically close the way he has them mentally, but he does.
When he eagerly gathers up the two birds from Clint, he immediately sets one of them on Bucky's shoulder. ]
Someone ate all the alien marshmallows, unless you've got a stash.
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Or at least, he doesn't count as company to Sam, and sometimes it's hard for Sam to remember that just because the two of them occupy the biggest parts of his mind, that it's hard for him to find the edges of where he ends and they begin - it doesn't mean that the two of them know each other anymore than the echoes that they can pick up from Sam's mind. An apology curls out across Bucky's mind when Sam picks up that anger, following by something closer to it's fine.
Sam came because he wanted to. With the two of them both right by him - more than ever the wind of his mental link is tinged with static, and the feathers feel closer to the fletching of an arrow. Maybe it's selfish to want them both physically close the way he has them mentally, but he does.
When he eagerly gathers up the two birds from Clint, he immediately sets one of them on Bucky's shoulder. ]
Someone ate all the alien marshmallows, unless you've got a stash.