[Bucky's heartbeat flutters in his veins as he struggles against the fire coursing through him. He knows Sam would take away the physical ailment if there were one, but as complicated as his conditioning is, of course it isn't that easy. His mind is cloudy and distant, absorbed entirely with the pain even as Sam reaches for him. Mental wings stretch out to shelter him, but everything is too hot before they curl around him. In his mind, the programming is surprisingly quiet, but iridescent red with the heat it's putting off.
His clammy fingers close around the coin as he continues to sweat bullets in the refrigeration unit.]
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His clammy fingers close around the coin as he continues to sweat bullets in the refrigeration unit.]