[Bucky roots himself in Sam’s mind wherever he can, his tiny specs of glass growing into frost-covered pines. Sam’s mind is just as much a home as his, if not more so. His leaves and needles flourish where the sun reaches them and Bucky quietly breathes a mental sigh of relief. Here, he can wait out anything. Here, with Sam, they can take shelter until the firestorm passes.
If it passes.
The Soldier steps onto the diving board as Sam comes roaring into the space, wings out and thrusters burning. No time for an attempt at a jump. Only time to pivot, to try and use the imposter’s momentum against him in an effort to steer Sam toward the water.]
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If it passes.
The Soldier steps onto the diving board as Sam comes roaring into the space, wings out and thrusters burning. No time for an attempt at a jump. Only time to pivot, to try and use the imposter’s momentum against him in an effort to steer Sam toward the water.]