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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.

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[When Sam moves in front of him, Bucky expects to be hit. He's not entirely sure why, until thumbs are brushing over the frost on his eyelashes. Once he's hoisted onto Sam's back, Bucky's beyond resisting. Sam feels cool in comparison and the invitation to rejoin Sam in his mind is met with enthusiasm. He crosses through the link again, with noted ease now that he doesn't have to focus on walking and mental efforts. Almost immediately, the sensation of being practically boiled alive grows more distant.

He's not light, especially not in the two years since HYDRA. Not having to live off rations and nutrient paste, unless self-imposed, has put a lot more meat on his bones.]

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[ Sam's pretty damn sure why, but that's not a place he really wants to go. Gotta focus on the here and now, and now he's got Bucky on his back and settled in his mind. He'll take it.

Even if Bucky's ass is heavy. He's carried Steve before, sure, lots of times - but gravity's different in the air, and the one time Sam had to actually fight it and carry Steve, it wasn't for very long. Sam's pretty sure he can attribute the fact that he can manage it okay to the symbiote's physical enhancements rather than his rescue training.

He takes a moment to make sure his grip is secure - thanks to his symbiote ability, he's had a little better luck keeping the cold off, but his teeth are still chattering and he can barely feel his fingers - and then he sets off. He's gotta skirt the edges of the crowds as best as he can instead of shouldering his way through, and he's real damn grateful the hotel room is close by.

It's not too long before he's shifting to scan the lock open and kick the door in. He nudges it shut behind him and makes a beeline for the couch, planning on setting Bucky down on it. ]

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[Bucky doesn't make any effort to object, isn't in the right headspace to refuse as he's hoisted onto Sam's back. It's easier to keep rooted in Sam's mind with the contact, as well as not needing to focus on walking. People jostle him from time to time, jostle Sam more like, but it's still less jolting than when he tried to walk on his own. Once more, the heat ravaging his body is distant like the sunset, something he doesn't have to surrender himself to.

Soon enough, though, Sam is moving him on purpose, shifting him and then his back is down against something soft. However, Bucky lurches up to keep physical contact with his broodmate, tangling his fingers in Sam's.]

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[ There's a tight curl of affection when Bucky grabs his hand, mixed in with a little protectiveness and something like gratitude. He doesn't wanna lose physical contact with Bucky right now, either. Sam squeezes Bucky's hand, easing himself down so he can sit on the floor and lean up against the couch. His arm's propped up on the cushion so he can keep hold of Bucky's hand, and he pillows his head on his shoulder as he reaches out with his other hand to stroke through Bucky's hair. ]

( I'm not going anywhere, sunshine. Stay here as long as you want, all right, try to get some rest if you can? )

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[Bucky's hair is still half-frozen to his face, damp from both sweat and the refrigeration. Releasing a sigh when Sam doesn't dislodge his fingers, he relaxes against the cushions and deeper into their link. For now, he doesn't have to think. Exhaustion, thirst, and hunger roll over him but none are more important than keeping the connection with Sam; everything else can wait. After all, he's got just the one hand and it's very much occuppied right now.

With a hum, Bucky acknowledges Sam, quietly content to sit like this for a while.]