[Bucky listens to Sam's explanation, keeping eye contact even as doing so becomes uncomfortable. You are a weapon. Weapons aren't equals. No. Sam considers them equals, continues to hold him, petting his braids despite everything the programming tells him. On the same token, the lock of eye contact grounds him; the voices around them diminish and the bloodstained steel flickers. More snow blows in through the holes as the flashbacks lose their hold on his mind. Under their feet, foliage springs up through the cracks, pushing apart the tiles.
When he hears his name- his real name, the only thing he had after HYDRA, the steel all but disappears, leaving behind the usual snowy terrain and the jade tower in the distance. He likes his nicknames, doesn't mind them really, but hearing his name is special.
Sam chose this, loves Bucky as much as Bucky loves him. Sam wouldn't hang around or keep working with him if he didn't want to. Confusion still persists as he silently considers Shiro.
Didn't Sam love him too? How could there be two victors? In HYDRA nothing of the sort ever happened. Bucky shakes his head to drive away the voice of Pierce and a dozen other commanders ordering him back to his pod.</small?]
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When he hears his name- his real name, the only thing he had after HYDRA, the steel all but disappears, leaving behind the usual snowy terrain and the jade tower in the distance. He likes his nicknames, doesn't mind them really, but hearing his name is special.
Sam chose this, loves Bucky as much as Bucky loves him. Sam wouldn't hang around or keep working with him if he didn't want to. Confusion still persists as he silently considers Shiro.
Didn't Sam love him too? How could there be two victors? In HYDRA nothing of the sort ever happened. Bucky shakes his head to drive away the voice of Pierce and a dozen other commanders ordering him back to his pod.</small?]