[Bucky sucks in a breath at the thought of those spaces in his head, at how much might come out of the dark when they least expect it, what danger might lurk just out of sight, what HYDRA might have hidden. The thought of going back to sleep rises alongside the fear, of closing his eyes until he can trust his own mind. It would be easier than asking Sam to wear kid gloves around him, but his broodmate has already leapt headfirst into that idea.
Biting his lip, he closes the distance between their hands and threads their fingers together. Their brood bond hums in approval despite Bucky's unease. He doesn't want this to change, their back and forth, their conversations and arguments.]
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Biting his lip, he closes the distance between their hands and threads their fingers together. Their brood bond hums in approval despite Bucky's unease. He doesn't want this to change, their back and forth, their conversations and arguments.]