[Bucky is already deep in his mind, a few paces away, surrounded by the shadows. Underneath him, the steel tiles groan and sections fragment to reach up for his ankles, halting him where he's standing. Panic rains down upon him until he feels a presence beside him. Sam. A momentary surge of relief is quickly replaced by a bone-deep grief of loss. Sam's here, but Bucky's already lost him. In his mind, one of the shadows transforms into Shiro.
I love him echoes in the dark and Bucky's stomach drops. He can't compete with that, can't compete with Shiro. Instead of a caring, compassionate leader, Bucky is a self-inflicted outcast, someone entirely unable to help anyone with anything.
It'd not giving up so much as it is accepting the outcome, accepting his loss. He moves quietly across the steel as more tangles about his legs. The only place for him now is a pod.]
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I love him echoes in the dark and Bucky's stomach drops. He can't compete with that, can't compete with Shiro. Instead of a caring, compassionate leader, Bucky is a self-inflicted outcast, someone entirely unable to help anyone with anything.
It'd not giving up so much as it is accepting the outcome, accepting his loss. He moves quietly across the steel as more tangles about his legs. The only place for him now is a pod.]