[For a while, Bucky hoped he'd finally burned the connection stringing him and Sam together- not out of any malice but a deep desire to somehow spare the rest of the Nest from the Soldier. Days of trying to braid his own hair and nights of attempting to find any sign of feathery friends bring nothing but more guilt for having taken comfort in such things in the past. More of his memories return in time, of the Station and Concordia, each colored with regret. Eventually, Bucky stopped moving from place to place, stopped going into crowds for anything--- every time he brushes against someone, he worries the symbiote will do something and bring the Soldier to life.
His freeze-dried food, carefully rationed, will only last for another day unless he thins the portions further. He's familiar enough with hunger to know that it stops hurting eventually.
When another mind brushes against his, Bucky recoils. Sam's mind is still distant and it's like talking through a tin can for the buffer between them. ]
/plays all the breakup songs
His freeze-dried food, carefully rationed, will only last for another day unless he thins the portions further. He's familiar enough with hunger to know that it stops hurting eventually.
When another mind brushes against his, Bucky recoils. Sam's mind is still distant and it's like talking through a tin can for the buffer between them. ]
( Should've named him Steve. )