[Bucky is up and moving before he means to, heart in his throat, chest heaving as the nightmare remains in the forefront of his mind. He can see Steve moving, so small and so breakable and it's all Bucky can do to stay in the hovel long enough to stare down the one he pounded into a pulp minutes ago.
He has to go. There's no second guessing it.
He doesn't respond to Steve's question and instead pulls the chair blocking the handle and turns the knob to leave, to move, to run. His right arm is numb, but that doesn't matter.]
i think u mean oh yes
He has to go. There's no second guessing it.
He doesn't respond to Steve's question and instead pulls the chair blocking the handle and turns the knob to leave, to move, to run. His right arm is numb, but that doesn't matter.]