[ There's a high rise and fall behind Steve's back, the product of a deep breath in and a slow exhale. Warm-fond-wry-grateful replacing the absolute hell from a minute ago is like stepping into a shower after cold rain.
Never knew you were capable of that much gratitude, considering how much you used to dig your heels in over it.
Couldn't even imagine what to say to that.
Doesn't matter, he doesn't get the chance. How the hell did he not notice that come in? It's stupid that his first thought is about how Steve's lying there goddamn naked, as though a scrap of denim would do much more to protect him from this thing. Bucky knows firsthand that not even metal will stop it.
That flare of protectiveness is about as old as Steve's gratitude, practically right on the dot.
They don't have telepathy, and opening his mouth right now isn't a great idea. He's just gonna have to go for it, and hope Steve picks it up.
His movements are incredibly slow. Barely shifting beneath Steve's weight, lifting up on his knees. As long as it's staring at Steve's chest... he can probably... manage to reach it. It means he can't break contact, or the light will flicker and die. He also can't hold Steve's hand and reach out, because his left hand can't do what he needs it to.
Best he can hope for is to carefully, pointedly move Steve's palm somewhere within his reach; his back maybe. Whatever will let him outstretch an arm and get his hand on that damn thing's head. ]
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Never knew you were capable of that much gratitude, considering how much you used to dig your heels in over it.
Couldn't even imagine what to say to that.
Doesn't matter, he doesn't get the chance. How the hell did he not notice that come in? It's stupid that his first thought is about how Steve's lying there goddamn naked, as though a scrap of denim would do much more to protect him from this thing. Bucky knows firsthand that not even metal will stop it.
That flare of protectiveness is about as old as Steve's gratitude, practically right on the dot.
They don't have telepathy, and opening his mouth right now isn't a great idea. He's just gonna have to go for it, and hope Steve picks it up.
His movements are incredibly slow. Barely shifting beneath Steve's weight, lifting up on his knees. As long as it's staring at Steve's chest... he can probably... manage to reach it. It means he can't break contact, or the light will flicker and die. He also can't hold Steve's hand and reach out, because his left hand can't do what he needs it to.
Best he can hope for is to carefully, pointedly move Steve's palm somewhere within his reach; his back maybe. Whatever will let him outstretch an arm and get his hand on that damn thing's head. ]