[ The second hit knocks Sam down, and only then does he react more than with his symbiote ability - but it's only instinct, to control the way he falls so he doesn't crack his head on the floor. The same instinct screams at him to get up, and there's a twitch of movement like he might be trying to push himself up, but he can't sort out what's physical and what's mental, which fight is which.
The programming changes its tactics, scorching down everything and Sam screams. It echoes across their - Bucky's - mind, but it gives Sam something to focus on. He shifts tactics, too, stretching out across everything to try to sink into the places he belongs.
There's somewhere they slip into so they can hide, so they can wait where it can't touch them, he knows. But the pieces of Bucky that it sends scattering feel like pieces of himself, and it's just as disorienting. He fractures a little, fissures of ice frosting over his wings. ]
works for me!
The programming changes its tactics, scorching down everything and Sam screams. It echoes across their - Bucky's - mind, but it gives Sam something to focus on. He shifts tactics, too, stretching out across everything to try to sink into the places he belongs.
There's somewhere they slip into so they can hide, so they can wait where it can't touch them, he knows. But the pieces of Bucky that it sends scattering feel like pieces of himself, and it's just as disorienting. He fractures a little, fissures of ice frosting over his wings. ]