[Even if Bucky wanted to close off his mind to Sam, it's hard to ignore the flashes of plans, bright lights and green trees that Bucky's not sure he's ever seen in his life. Except he has, in the pieces from his shattered mind there are hints of pine alongside the familiar silhouette of Steve. The question distracts him, though, brings him into the present and how he still isn't quite comfortable with physical touch, despite how close he and Sam have been since the programming's attempt to burn him out.
It's not that he's outright uncomfortable, but more that he still doesn't know what to expect. Part of him continues to wait for Sam to hit him or stick him with a needle; however, the symbiote hums with approval at the fingers curled into the fabric of his pants and Bucky himself likes having Sam this close, likes that Sam doesn't dance around him or pull back.
He wishes he could ignore the former and focus on the latter.]
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It's not that he's outright uncomfortable, but more that he still doesn't know what to expect. Part of him continues to wait for Sam to hit him or stick him with a needle; however, the symbiote hums with approval at the fingers curled into the fabric of his pants and Bucky himself likes having Sam this close, likes that Sam doesn't dance around him or pull back.
He wishes he could ignore the former and focus on the latter.]
( 's fine. )