[Bucky's half-leaning against the cot before his knees buckle the rest of the way down and he's left sitting on the floor, sweating for some reason he can't figure out. He feels terrible all over, despite finally being able to put words to the gut-deep feelings he's been carrying around since the Waypoint. His breathing comes in slow, labored heaves of his lungs. Must be the after effects of the poison and he's far too riled up for his own good. He thinks he might pass out if he tries standing again, so he doesn't.
He wants to tell Sam that he doesn't understand that they might never be rid of the Soldier, but Sam knows that. Or that he might not ever be a whole person again, but Sam knows that too. Sam knows almost everything there is to know about him and still chooses Bucky.
Against all reason. Sam chooses Bucky.]
You don't know that. [That things won't change, that the programming might not warp something amazing into the death of the both of them.]
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He wants to tell Sam that he doesn't understand that they might never be rid of the Soldier, but Sam knows that. Or that he might not ever be a whole person again, but Sam knows that too. Sam knows almost everything there is to know about him and still chooses Bucky.
Against all reason. Sam chooses Bucky.]
You don't know that. [That things won't change, that the programming might not warp something amazing into the death of the both of them.]