[Mentally, Bucky draws closer, curls himself into Sam's mental embrace of flowers and wings and everything he loves about Sam Wilson. They can do this. Bucky just needs to take it one step at a time. He follows his gaze down to Sam's wrist where two silver wings tangle and pull. He sucks in a breath- three- to try and loosen his grip to focus on the feather charms instead.
As usual, Sam seems to have the perfect ideas for dealing with Bucky's issues.] Yeah.
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As usual, Sam seems to have the perfect ideas for dealing with Bucky's issues.] Yeah.