[ There's a wordless murmur of encouragement as he feels Bucky slipping back along their brood bond, and Sam falls back with him, wings out to cover them. It's something he learned as a pararescueman first, battling the demons of his mind and others second - there's always another route, when trying to overtake it head on fails.
His shields lower completely, letting Bucky sink in as deep as he wants to, back into the vibrancy of Sam's mind. It hasn't changed, since the last time they did this, except now there's a quiet, faint sense of familiarity about having Bucky there. ]
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His shields lower completely, letting Bucky sink in as deep as he wants to, back into the vibrancy of Sam's mind. It hasn't changed, since the last time they did this, except now there's a quiet, faint sense of familiarity about having Bucky there. ]
( Hey, sunshine. You with me? )