[Bucky promised, way back on Concordia, while dazed but aware enough of making the most important vow of his life. He promised to try. Again, on the Waypoint, after the robbery, after Bucky expected to die at Sam's hands, he promised to work on himself, to not run off alone. Curling his hand tighter around Sam's, he pulls their linked fingers toward his chest as he traverses the crowd back to his tent, where two bed rolls and supplies are tied into one pack. He doesn't expect Sam to be in a state to carry anything, he just needs Sam to be there, despite the anger unfurling in flares from under his borders.
He has to protect Sam in some way from all of this, as much as he must protect himself. He's running, yes, but running with Sam. They'll likely notice Sam's absence before Bucky's, but that's neither here nor there.
The point is they're leaving. The pyre behind them burns away as Bucky approaches the pack. Mentally, he signals Sam that he needs to loosen his grip just enough to shoulder the pack.]
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He has to protect Sam in some way from all of this, as much as he must protect himself. He's running, yes, but running with Sam. They'll likely notice Sam's absence before Bucky's, but that's neither here nor there.
The point is they're leaving. The pyre behind them burns away as Bucky approaches the pack. Mentally, he signals Sam that he needs to loosen his grip just enough to shoulder the pack.]