But if he's a half step behind it's only because he's running on fumes. Bucky wills them to move, and they do. Life or death, no choice but to lift up onto legs that threaten to crumple. One arm shifts slowly, inch by inch, around Bucky's waist, lifting the hem of his shirt: bare forearm pressed to the small of his back.
The blue spreads between them, casting strange shadows beneath the foliage.
The mutated panther snarls, powerful muscles tensing up. He can smell rotten meat on its breath.
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But if he's a half step behind it's only because he's running on fumes. Bucky wills them to move, and they do. Life or death, no choice but to lift up onto legs that threaten to crumple. One arm shifts slowly, inch by inch, around Bucky's waist, lifting the hem of his shirt: bare forearm pressed to the small of his back.
The blue spreads between them, casting strange shadows beneath the foliage.
The mutated panther snarls, powerful muscles tensing up. He can smell rotten meat on its breath.
He feels Bucky's arm like its his own.
Same thoughts, same body.
Same intent. ]