[Bucky stares up at the ceiling, or somewhere in between, eyes glazed as his breath stutters with every word. He forgets where he is, what they're doing. His skin is damp, like he's been pulled fresh from cryo freeze, like he's just been dragged across steel, knees ripped and skull pounding.
He knows what comes next. Even after years in cryo. He knows what comes next and his heart begins to pound in his throat, choking him.
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He knows what comes next. Even after years in cryo. He knows what comes next and his heart begins to pound in his throat, choking him.
No. Not this. Not again. Please.]