[ They don't really have that option, as reluctant as Sam is about that. It's not that he thinks that they can avoid anyone getting hurt - someone always gets hurt - but whatever he can do to minimize it, he will.
Snippets of Bucky's memory bleed through, of Pierce, and Sam lets go of the surge of anger almost as soon as it comes up. His rage on Bucky's behalf won't help at the moment.
He can't help the way his mind turns to Clint, half an offer and half another impression, somewhere between you should let him talk to you more and they'd understand each other. There's a hint of a crackle of blue and an indistinct whisper that edges that impression, but Sam pulls his thoughts elsewhere before anything else comes across. As free as he is with his own thoughts and memories, that one isn't his to share.
Instead he focuses on what Bucky actually says, shaking his head. ]
I wouldn't be.
[ Without you, he means, you're not a distraction, you're a focus. He knows Bucky's gonna pick up on it whether he says it or not - but saying it outloud feels like a little too much right now, like maybe more than either of them can handle. Sam reaches out to tangle the fingers of his free hand in Bucky's shirt, making another point of contact as his mind brushes away the images of a ghost that Sam's seen only in Steve and Bucky's minds. ]
You know I don't want that Bucky, man, he doesn't mean a thing to me. He's not you, and I want you. Your broken pieces fit together just fine with mine, all right?
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Snippets of Bucky's memory bleed through, of Pierce, and Sam lets go of the surge of anger almost as soon as it comes up. His rage on Bucky's behalf won't help at the moment.
He can't help the way his mind turns to Clint, half an offer and half another impression, somewhere between you should let him talk to you more and they'd understand each other. There's a hint of a crackle of blue and an indistinct whisper that edges that impression, but Sam pulls his thoughts elsewhere before anything else comes across. As free as he is with his own thoughts and memories, that one isn't his to share.
Instead he focuses on what Bucky actually says, shaking his head. ]
I wouldn't be.
[ Without you, he means, you're not a distraction, you're a focus. He knows Bucky's gonna pick up on it whether he says it or not - but saying it outloud feels like a little too much right now, like maybe more than either of them can handle. Sam reaches out to tangle the fingers of his free hand in Bucky's shirt, making another point of contact as his mind brushes away the images of a ghost that Sam's seen only in Steve and Bucky's minds. ]
You know I don't want that Bucky, man, he doesn't mean a thing to me. He's not you, and I want you. Your broken pieces fit together just fine with mine, all right?