[ Sam's there as Bucky's mind opens further, curling around him encouragingly. The desperation has faded, a little, like he's no longer quite afraid that if he doesn't hold on as tight as he can Bucky's gonna fade again - but there's still no way he's pulling back even the slightest bit.
Especially not when the scenery in Bucky's mind shifts, and becomes familiar.
No.
Their link fills with something fierce and protective, the kind of thing that Sam usually tries to curb because Bucky doesn't belong to him, but it's - he won't let anyone take Bucky, he won't, he didn't stay by Bucky's side to prevent that from happening to lose him now.
He shifts, putting himself in between Bucky and what's starting to become a chair, and wraps his wings around both of them to block it from sight. ]
(I got you, Bucky, I got you. We can get out of here; we've done it before.)
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Especially not when the scenery in Bucky's mind shifts, and becomes familiar.
No.
Their link fills with something fierce and protective, the kind of thing that Sam usually tries to curb because Bucky doesn't belong to him, but it's - he won't let anyone take Bucky, he won't, he didn't stay by Bucky's side to prevent that from happening to lose him now.
He shifts, putting himself in between Bucky and what's starting to become a chair, and wraps his wings around both of them to block it from sight. ]
( I got you, Bucky, I got you. We can get out of here; we've done it before. )