[ The hand Tony holds up and out in Bucky's direction is trembling badly, a distinct counterpoint to the absolute lie of a thumbs-up he offers. He's fine? It's fine. Don't make a thing of it he just-
Needs to breathe.
Blink past the tears from foreign emotion that scrapes raw and ragged along his own baggage, his own loss. Hooking in like tape to tear open wounds long since thought buried, if not healed properly, leaving him trying to shove all his messy emotions back into the hole in his chest where the reactor used to be.
It's fine.
He's- it's fine. ]
I did. Do. It- [ Inhale, hold for three impossibly painful seconds, exhale. Rinse.
Repeat. ]
We're. Good. Fuck- do I want to know what you got from me?
no subject
Needs to breathe.
Blink past the tears from foreign emotion that scrapes raw and ragged along his own baggage, his own loss. Hooking in like tape to tear open wounds long since thought buried, if not healed properly, leaving him trying to shove all his messy emotions back into the hole in his chest where the reactor used to be.
It's fine.
He's- it's fine. ]
I did. Do. It- [ Inhale, hold for three impossibly painful seconds, exhale. Rinse.
Repeat. ]
We're. Good. Fuck- do I want to know what you got from me?