[Bucky is still half-turned away from Sam when his broodmate speaks and it comes off almost like an order. That denial is so strong it plugs into the programming in an instant. No, you're wrong soldier. Part of him not the programming knows his head head is all kinds of messed up right now, that the loop feeding them into each other makes all of this exponentially worse.
The same part of him knows it's Sam reaching toward him, familiar fingers--- comforting fingers--- but the programming reacts first. Bucky's fingers close around Sam's wrist, wrench his broodmate forward and then down into the dust beneath them. Before he can even blink, Sam is under him and shit.
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The same part of him knows it's Sam reaching toward him, familiar fingers--- comforting fingers--- but the programming reacts first. Bucky's fingers close around Sam's wrist, wrench his broodmate forward and then down into the dust beneath them. Before he can even blink, Sam is under him and shit.
This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was.
He can't stay. So, he steps back and then runs.]