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желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question. | печь There will always be a lie in believe. |
один Whatever is static is dead. | рассвет The world is too quiet. |
желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question. | печь There will always be a lie in believe. |
один Whatever is static is dead. | рассвет The world is too quiet. |
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Stop, Buck - [ He's on his feet too, the room's small enough that he doesn't have to go far, nearly tripping over the jacket on the floor. ] - it's okay, stop.
[ The second stop reaches through the link with a clumsy, desperate sort of force, something caught between a plea and a command. ]
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I'm sorry. [ He hovers just behind Bucky, unmoving. ]
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A few seconds later though and Steve's following him right out into the street, the memory of the fight back overriding Bucky's need for space. A lack of training means his feet hit the pavement with heavy steps as he trails behind, but his voice is hushed. ]
Where're you going? [ He doesn't think Bucky has an answer, hoping that might give him some pause again. ]
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Steve didn't deserve the trouble coming to him.
He stops a few paces from the door, mind still buzzing with sensory overload and the excess adrenaline running through his veins,
He doesn't answer, but it's as much a reply as words would be: he doesn't know.]
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That really what my face looks like? [ His attempt at humor is weighed down again, but it's just about the only words he can muster right now that won't be another commanding plea for Bucky to come back inside. Better for both of them that he takes a moment, the past two days are finally catching up to him. The friend he's known almost all his life has a stack of papers covered with names and faces of people he's killed, coming from a future where Steve let it all happen.
They could match guilt for guilt if he weren't locking it down. ]
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His feet remain rooted where they stand a few paces into the street from the door, exposed and raw like twitching muscle under a microscope.]
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I still need to show you how to block people. [ It probably won't help if he's unconscious and trapped in a nightmare, but it's better than nothing.
And maybe more of a reason for Bucky not to bolt right this second. ]
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The remnants of the nightmare, however, cling tight to the back of his head. He needs to get a hold on himself if he wants to keep from hurting Steve again, but he doesn't know how to do that.
He takes a glance at the silent street around them before turning back toward the hole in the wall.]