[It's strange seeing grief from the other side, from an angle that affects Sam more than him. With Anakin, the proximity made the sudden, violent death unavoidable. Combined with Sam Anders burning a hole in his head, the entire experience left him shaken. When Aoba passed, the method deeply distressed him and coming off a mission made matters worse.
Now, the pain of the separation is more distant, but he can feel Sam's echoing across their bond and Bucky wants to do something, anything, for his broodmate. Since the death, he's taken to gathering sprigs of native flowers and laying them on Sam's bed. Just quiet reminders of life.
This time, he has a small collection of deep blue, elongated blooms, golden grasses, and small red ferns. He's just now finished binding them with a flexible fern and is about to lay them down when he hears a rustle of fabric.]
day 019 before the autopsy
Now, the pain of the separation is more distant, but he can feel Sam's echoing across their bond and Bucky wants to do something, anything, for his broodmate. Since the death, he's taken to gathering sprigs of native flowers and laying them on Sam's bed. Just quiet reminders of life.
This time, he has a small collection of deep blue, elongated blooms, golden grasses, and small red ferns. He's just now finished binding them with a flexible fern and is about to lay them down when he hears a rustle of fabric.]