[When Sam moves in front of him, Bucky expects to be hit. He's not entirely sure why, until thumbs are brushing over the frost on his eyelashes. Once he's hoisted onto Sam's back, Bucky's beyond resisting. Sam feels cool in comparison and the invitation to rejoin Sam in his mind is met with enthusiasm. He crosses through the link again, with noted ease now that he doesn't have to focus on walking and mental efforts. Almost immediately, the sensation of being practically boiled alive grows more distant.
He's not light, especially not in the two years since HYDRA. Not having to live off rations and nutrient paste, unless self-imposed, has put a lot more meat on his bones.]
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He's not light, especially not in the two years since HYDRA. Not having to live off rations and nutrient paste, unless self-imposed, has put a lot more meat on his bones.]