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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ([personal profile] bracchium) wrote 2018-04-16 09:13 am (UTC)

[As Bucky is burned back, the edges of his mind seared and singed as he sinks back into the safe haven of Sam's mind, he wishes he could do more, that could make this an even fight, that he could drown the Soldier and programming both for good, that he could somehow seal them away. Sam doesn't have to fight for him, shouldn't have to, but here they both are and here Sam is fighting for him.

And he wishes he were stronger. He wishes he could do more, even as more of his bark is singed away. There's not much left of him but he would throw it all to the wind if it would guarantee Sam's safety.

The Soldier twists, but not fast enough in the water where every movement slows down to a fraction of the speed. He takes the hit square on and involuntarily gulps down a lungful of water. Suddenly, his fight becomes much more than outlasting. It becomes a simple effort to survive against an assailant.

He moves on instinct, pressing his hand to Sam's throat, but when two points of contact are made- when such energy and hate collides with love and the need to survive- his ability goes off. What would have been a spark before erupts into a storm of electricity that ripples through the water and spikes along the walkways of the pool.
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