[The connection is still so distant that Bucky worries for a moment that he might have to deal with this all on his own- whatever this is. Slowing down doesn't seem to quench the heat so he strives instead for a bathroom, but the bond is flickering and he can't bring himself to break it. Instead, he turns back, trying to find the convenience store he passed a couple blocks ago. Ice. They should sell ice. He just needs something to cool him down.
Coin? That's right. It's in his knapsack, but he can't stop to open it with so many people around him, washing him closer to Sam.
He can't seem to focus, but the sensation of feathers under his fingers anchors him.]
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Coin? That's right. It's in his knapsack, but he can't stop to open it with so many people around him, washing him closer to Sam.
He can't seem to focus, but the sensation of feathers under his fingers anchors him.]
( Backpack. )