i'll cover you so you aren't cold;

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CHARACTERS: Sam and Bucky; closed
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY 035, early morning
SUMMARY: Clint goes into a coma and Bucky feels he must do something to help his bf.
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[Since waking up from his coma, Bucky hasn't slept well, so when Clint's presence flickers at the edge of his mind, he's half on his feet in an instant. Clint's presence dims as he surges upright and out his room in the barracks. He finds himself pulled toward his comrade as his feet carry him down the hallway. Sam is already there, their connection tells him, and as he strides into the room, he offers a silent hello. Kneeling down by Clint's side, Bucky glances over at Sam.

Is this what it felt like when he went under? Or is it more like Steve?

There aren't enough of them left to lose Clint- not with everything involving Lavellan- and as Clint's presence dwindles further, he's not sure what to do to help. Sam brought him back, maybe he can keep Clint afloat.]

Sam.

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Should've known.

[Bucky huffs again, his smile widening into a smirk warmed by deep affection. He really does love Sam, even if he can't seem to say those three goddamn words out loud.]

You want to stay with him until they take him?

[He motions to Clint, smile fading a touch.]

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Good thing I'm planning on reminding you.

[ Sam doesn't need the words to be said, not really. Yeah, he'll be happy if they ever get to a point where Bucky can say them, but more because it'll mean Bucky's really able to say whatever he wants. Otherwise, the feeling is more than enough.

He can't stop the surge of protectiveness and fear at the reminder that someone's gonna come and take Clint, though, so soon after he spent days standing guard and making sure no one could come after Bucky, but it's -

It's different, he knows. With as far gone as Clint is, he won't survive long outside the Station's pods. ]

Yeah. Just in case.

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I'll get some food.

[Bucky motions with his head toward the door as he places his hand on Sam's back, fingers splayed wide in support. It wouldn't do for them to ignore their needs while sitting at Clint's bedside. Unfortunately, Clint's departure is inevitable,
like Steve's, like so many others. There seem to be more of them every day.]

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[ He pulls in a breath at the touch of Bucky's hand on his back, relaxing into it for a moment without consciously realizing it.

Sam'd never planned on having to do any of this without Clint or Steve, but - he'd never planned on having to live his life without Riley, either, and here he is.

He thanks everything he's got, anyone that might be listening, that Bucky'd come back. ]

Yeah. Yeah, okay. I, uh. Thanks, Bucky.

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[On the other hand, Bucky never planned to do anything with someone else. His life had been meant to be one of solitude after he figured out who the hell he was.

But here they both are.

Bucky nods in return before climbing to his feet. Food and perhaps his sketchbook would be a decent way to distract Sam from the inevitable.]

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[ Maybe that's something that Bucky's picked up off bleedover from Sam - or maybe it's something that's been there buried for a while that slowly got brought out with the two of them. Maybe both. It doesn't really matter, as far as Sam's concerned, not as long as they're together.

He leans in to steal a kiss from Bucky before he settles back on the cot, one hand tangled in Clint's robes while he waits. ]

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[With lips still buzzing from Sam's kiss, Bucky collects a handful of different local foodstuffs, mostly fruits, veggies, and basic carbohydrates like breads. He tucks them into a sack alongside his sketchbook and returns as soon as possible. He announces his presence with a mental tap on their brood link and carefully settles on the floor in front of Sam. Out of the sack comes fruits and veggies (or what amounts to veggies on this planet) and he gathers them on the two plates he snuck out as well.]

Still the same?

[He offers one of the plates up to Sam.]