[ Everything becomes blue. The leaves around them, the broken branches that have given way to them and the beast standing over them. The grass, even his peripheral vision in that way that Christmas lights sometimes do.
For a second, he forgets who's arm it is that's reaching out toward it. It's both, somehow, and not just his. There's an overlay. Tracing paper.
You ready? Yeah.
Except he doesn't even really need to ask (answer?), it's just happening. They're both there, and it makes things almost seem... slow motion.
It launches forward. One of them slams it down; the hand is metal but that doesn't really mean anything right now. It lands in the space Steve was occupying, but he isn't anymore and somehow he just kind of knew the second he moved.
When they presses a palm to its head, it's not just Bucky's power that comes out. They'll both feel that pull, that draw that he gets when he goes into something's mind. It isn't a memory he's searching for this time, though. Whatever it is, it's coming from Steve.
That thing he has in him. That thing he's always had in him, before they slapped a nightlight over it and called it a power. It's that, that's what they look for, and fingers that aren't fingers wrap around it to rip it out.
It's intense enough that he-- both of them?-- actually does fall backward like he'd (they'd?) been pulling and the cable snapped.
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For a second, he forgets who's arm it is that's reaching out toward it. It's both, somehow, and not just his. There's an overlay. Tracing paper.
You ready?
Yeah.
Except he doesn't even really need to ask (answer?), it's just happening. They're both there, and it makes things almost seem... slow motion.
It launches forward. One of them slams it down; the hand is metal but that doesn't really mean anything right now. It lands in the space Steve was occupying, but he isn't anymore and somehow he just kind of knew the second he moved.
When they presses a palm to its head, it's not just Bucky's power that comes out. They'll both feel that pull, that draw that he gets when he goes into something's mind. It isn't a memory he's searching for this time, though. Whatever it is, it's coming from Steve.
That thing he has in him. That thing he's always had in him, before they slapped a nightlight over it and called it a power. It's that, that's what they look for, and fingers that aren't fingers wrap around it to rip it out.
It's intense enough that he-- both of them?-- actually does fall backward like he'd (they'd?) been pulling and the cable snapped.
And the damn thing just... it just lays down. ]