He tries not to say or think shit like for better or worse because even joking there's connotations behind it that Sam can't deny. That he wouldn't even try to deny, not with this thing that's between them. It's just - too close to labelling, maybe, and they haven't settled on anything that suits them yet, and there's still a lot of stuff that they're figuring out as they go.
But it's the two of them, for better or worse. Shit will get bad and they might have worse to face, but it doesn't feel nearly as threatening as the idea of either of them facing shit alone.
He kisses Bucky again, timing it to their counting so it's right on breathe, and stays close enough that they're breathing each other's air. Or - Whatever it is, in the middle of a tank in Bucky's mind, as Sam's wings beat slowly through water.
Bucky will know better than him when it's time to move, he figures, when the programming's settled enough that they can pull out and try to deal with the after effects.
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But it's the two of them, for better or worse. Shit will get bad and they might have worse to face, but it doesn't feel nearly as threatening as the idea of either of them facing shit alone.
He kisses Bucky again, timing it to their counting so it's right on breathe, and stays close enough that they're breathing each other's air. Or - Whatever it is, in the middle of a tank in Bucky's mind, as Sam's wings beat slowly through water.
Bucky will know better than him when it's time to move, he figures, when the programming's settled enough that they can pull out and try to deal with the after effects.