[Bucky chases more of that feedback loop, the thrill pushing away the darkness. For someone who dislikes too much emotion, he's perhaps enjoying the high a little too much. Sam's fingers scratch and Bucky presses closer, wanting more, and as his broodmate shifts his hand, Bucky's nerves surge forward again. He's not worried about Sam hurting him, it's the other way around.
Use them passes over the link, accompanied by a surge of pine and fir. There's no doubt he trusts Sam not to hurt him; it's the triggers, the symbiote, that bring about the unpredictability.]
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Use them passes over the link, accompanied by a surge of pine and fir. There's no doubt he trusts Sam not to hurt him; it's the triggers, the symbiote, that bring about the unpredictability.]