[Sam's here. Bucky breathes and Sam's here. Neither of them are drowning. He tries to remember the trees, the brush of pine needles beyond the remains of his mental landscape. Sam can always be found there, rustling through the woods.
Bucky exhales heavily at the first word, his eyelids fluttering open.
Behind the shattered bark, Bucky ducks into Sam's mind, little more than transparent fragments, but it's all he has and this is the only chance they'll likely get to do this right.]
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Bucky exhales heavily at the first word, his eyelids fluttering open.
Behind the shattered bark, Bucky ducks into Sam's mind, little more than transparent fragments, but it's all he has and this is the only chance they'll likely get to do this right.]