[ Bucky’s pain is obvious, and it pulls at his symbiote ability - but there's nothing to heal, not really. Not that way, though Sam's not gonna let it stop him from trying to sooth the pain another way.
Sam pushes his hand into Bucky's hair, stroking through it as he lets himself settle into their brood bond. He pours himself into Bucky's mind like he can find the source of the pain and drive it away, wings stretching wide to pull Bucky into their shelter at the same time as he pulls Bucky into his arms. ]
(Come here, sunshine, come here. We won't let them hurt you any more; you can say no as many damn times as you want. Focus on right now, all right, on you and me.) [ He fumbles in his pocket, presses his own coin into the palm of Bucky's hand. ]
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Sam pushes his hand into Bucky's hair, stroking through it as he lets himself settle into their brood bond. He pours himself into Bucky's mind like he can find the source of the pain and drive it away, wings stretching wide to pull Bucky into their shelter at the same time as he pulls Bucky into his arms. ]
( Come here, sunshine, come here. We won't let them hurt you any more; you can say no as many damn times as you want. Focus on right now, all right, on you and me. ) [ He fumbles in his pocket, presses his own coin into the palm of Bucky's hand. ]