[Bucky loosens his vice grip on their connection bit by bit as his fingers run over the coin again and again. Wings. Boot. The sensation in his left arm quiets and fades into the bedroom around him as he becomes more aware of his surroundings. Four legs on the desk. Sketchbook with ruffled pages sits on the desk. Steve gave him that.]
(Yeah. Think so.)
[He's toeing back into his head like a kid and the deep end of the pool.]
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( Yeah. Think so. )
[He's toeing back into his head like a kid and the deep end of the pool.]