[When he's pulled back, Bucky is filled with a rush of gratitude. He didn't want to go back. Not now, not until the programming starts cooling down again. A hotel room will certainly allow them more privacy than a walk-in liquor cooler. From the distance, feeling his body move and shift pulls at his mind with a gravity of a sinking ship. While it's not impossible to stay rooted with Sam, it does grow more difficult. His feet are under him and Bucky slides more into his mind, despite his efforts to remain in Sam.
He remembers this sensation: his feet and hands held in boiling water. Of course, this sort of conditioning didn't happen as often as others, considering the difficulty of heating water in a pit in Siberia, but the few times it did stick in his mind. Phantom pain sears up his left arm, where fingers should be but no longer exist. ]
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He remembers this sensation: his feet and hands held in boiling water. Of course, this sort of conditioning didn't happen as often as others, considering the difficulty of heating water in a pit in Siberia, but the few times it did stick in his mind. Phantom pain sears up his left arm, where fingers should be but no longer exist. ]