[Bucky pauses to look back when Sam lingers with the twins. The sensation of soft downy fur brushes against his fingers as if he had touched them himself. In the past, a small smile might have broken out across his face, but not now. Sam reaches out for his hand and Bucky accepts without hesitation.
Sam said it himself: they're in this together, for better or worse.
And Bucky doesn't have much in the way of hope, but he clings to the idea that this just might work, that they might get an advantage over the programming and make him more safe to be around.]
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Sam said it himself: they're in this together, for better or worse.
And Bucky doesn't have much in the way of hope, but he clings to the idea that this just might work, that they might get an advantage over the programming and make him more safe to be around.]
They're good at that.