[Bucky nods silently, even as the bitter taste of shame works its way up his throat. He thought he was comfortable enough. Hell, Sam's been doing everything under the sun to ease his nerves and yet here they are. Gone is the glow of happiness, the bright sunshine to illuminate the full landscape of his mind. Gone is the proud forest full of fur and pine. Gone is the distant glimmer of a city he barely remembers, but recognizes all the same.
Instead, the snowstorm has resumed and the flowers that sprung up from under the ice are quickly covered in frost and ice.
But Sam says his name, reminds him this is different, that one step back doesn't mean giving up and he breathes as deeply as he can.]
One. [Inhale. Long exhale.] Grass. Two. [In through the nose and out through the mouth.] Tent.
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Instead, the snowstorm has resumed and the flowers that sprung up from under the ice are quickly covered in frost and ice.
But Sam says his name, reminds him this is different, that one step back doesn't mean giving up and he breathes as deeply as he can.]
One. [Inhale. Long exhale.] Grass. Two. [In through the nose and out through the mouth.] Tent.