[ Steve is big. Steve is big and strong, insanely so, and that's not what Sam was expecting to see. For a moment he arches one brow and slowly turns his head to look at the tiny Steve he knows, with something that's bemusedly astounded. But that's not the biggest issue here, and he'll leave it to ask him about it another day. The thing is, Bucky's so damn terrified of himself (and not without good reason) that he can't trust them enough to go back. But staying here? He'll get killed here. Or he'll end up hurting another group of thugs looking to mess with him. It's almost certain to happen, and Sam doesn't want to leave him here any more than Steve does, after seeing all this. But he doesn't believe Steve knows well enough to say, and he doesn't trust Sam. Well.
With a heavy sigh, Sam stands, grabbing the back of his chair and dragging it around to sit in front of Bucky instead, where he leans forward, and holds out his hands, palms up. ]
Look, I know I'm just some asshole who talks too damn much to you, and I get that, okay, I do. But I am here to help. Whatever happened with you, it was frakked up. Even if it was just messing with your head, and I don't think it was, that's frakked up on its own, and believe me, I know what it's like to blink and realize you don't know anything about who you are, where you came from, what you are, and whether or not you're about to hurt all the people you love the most. [ he pauses a moment, swallowing dryly, before continuing. ] I think you're on the right track to figuring all that out, but I swear, this is not the place to do it, man. This area's a frakking minefield, for someone like you especially.
I also know you can't just take my word on that, so. Here. [ he wiggles his fingers some, palms outstretched and offered, because physical contact always makes the link much stronger. ]
Dig around all you want, go through whatever you need to to make sure I'm being honest. I won't dig in your head at all, and if I tried, I'm pretty sure Steve'd knock me out cold in a second.
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With a heavy sigh, Sam stands, grabbing the back of his chair and dragging it around to sit in front of Bucky instead, where he leans forward, and holds out his hands, palms up. ]
Look, I know I'm just some asshole who talks too damn much to you, and I get that, okay, I do. But I am here to help. Whatever happened with you, it was frakked up. Even if it was just messing with your head, and I don't think it was, that's frakked up on its own, and believe me, I know what it's like to blink and realize you don't know anything about who you are, where you came from, what you are, and whether or not you're about to hurt all the people you love the most. [ he pauses a moment, swallowing dryly, before continuing. ] I think you're on the right track to figuring all that out, but I swear, this is not the place to do it, man. This area's a frakking minefield, for someone like you especially.
I also know you can't just take my word on that, so. Here. [ he wiggles his fingers some, palms outstretched and offered, because physical contact always makes the link much stronger. ]
Dig around all you want, go through whatever you need to to make sure I'm being honest. I won't dig in your head at all, and if I tried, I'm pretty sure Steve'd knock me out cold in a second.