[Nothing about this is a sure thing. Not the words. Not their decision to leave Hyrypia. Except- Except Sam. Sam is the only sure thing in Bucky's life. Sam will come back after everything, after Bucky runs or eats poisonous moss or whatever the programming has cooking for them. He can feel a similar sentiment over the broodlink: Sam's faith in them and in what they have.
When Sam slides down next to him, Bucky shifts to lean against him and, when Sam presses his lips against his, meets them, albeit without the extra note of intensity. He's exhausted. Emotions are not his forte and the lingering weakness of the poison has yet to leave his system.
He just doesn't have that same level of confidence in himself, in the shaky construction of himself that gets torn to pieces every time the Soldier comes to life. One day, he might simply not come back.
But Sam loves him all the same.
He gingerly reaches up to run his hand along Sam's jaw. Yeah. He knows. He knows and no amount of shouting and kicking will change that.]
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When Sam slides down next to him, Bucky shifts to lean against him and, when Sam presses his lips against his, meets them, albeit without the extra note of intensity. He's exhausted. Emotions are not his forte and the lingering weakness of the poison has yet to leave his system.
He just doesn't have that same level of confidence in himself, in the shaky construction of himself that gets torn to pieces every time the Soldier comes to life. One day, he might simply not come back.
But Sam loves him all the same.
He gingerly reaches up to run his hand along Sam's jaw. Yeah. He knows. He knows and no amount of shouting and kicking will change that.]