It's a wild ride, and Sam isn't sure how much help he even is throughout it all. Feels like dead weight- but can probably be grateful he can even walk on his own.
By the time they're on their getaway boat, Sam is shivering. The liquid adrenaline helps keep him going, helps him not feel the cold wetness so mich. So when Bucky pushes their foreheads together, Sam just presses in close in return. Seels shelter in Bucky's only slightly larger frame, in the heat the man radiates as his metabolism burns. And Sam presses his forehead against Bucky's too, practically nozzles into him in full view of any agent present. Doesn't care though. He didnt know anyone was coming to get him, and it hits him now, that of course Bucky would. That he's safe now. That they're together now, and wherever they're taken, whatever the plan is, Sam knows it has to involve them staying together.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone move towards them, and waves them off. Not know. SAM knows he needs to get checked over, but he still needs Bucky close for now. Still needs to ground the both of them here.
His voice is a hoarse whisper: "Buck. Hey, look at me. I'm here. You did so well."
"You're hurt," comes on an exhale, Bucky still not meeting Sam's gaze, because Bucky knows that Sam knows that Bucky is still on high alert. It's so different from being the Winter Soldier. There's no switch that'll flip in his brain that tells him the mission is over. No magical words that'll lock his instincts away. As long as they're not somewhere that Bucky can lock a door and keep the outside world from Sam? They're not safe.
But he can't keep looking away for long. Sam is too handsome, even with the grey pallor and the bruises, too magnetic. Too much the north pole to which Bucky's internal compass points.
He remembers breathing exercises Sam taught him for when his brain is on one. In, then out. Count all the blue things he can see. Be here, now.
Here, with Sam. Whose face he's touching, now, a hand at Sam's cheek and Bucky is pulling back just enough to check out the other man's injuries himself. "Wanted to come sooner." Grumble, grouse.
It's a stupidly inappropriate joke, but hey. Bucky chose this. Can only blame himself for liking a man who will jump at the chance to make a shitty joke in the hopes of startling a little bit if a smile onto Bucky's face. Or maybe even just pull him out of himself for a moment.
Besides, the way Sam looks at him right now... practically glowing with pride, because he can tell Bucky's making an effort to regulate himself. If only he could see how good he is. Until he can, Sam will happily remind him.
For now he covers Bucky's hand with his own.
"You came. That's what matters, Bucky. You got me out, and I'm okay." He catches the look in Bucky's eyes, puts a finger over his lips and insists: "I'm gonna be just fine, now."
Bucky's lips twitch, though, amusement clear in his expression even as he's trying to come down off of a battle high. He wants to argue, of course; Sam catches it and silences him, and he appreciates it in the moment actually. Because it means that Sam knows him. That Bucky has been doing a better job of this whole 'get Sam Wilson to like me even though I barely know who me is' project Bucky has been engaged with for [ static ] amount of time.
He notices the medic waiting in the wings and swallows, nodding and pulling away before gesturing to whomever that they could come in, it was fine. Sam needed looked over anyway.
"We're headed to Europe. A safehouse, for a while." Bucky murmurs as the med tech checks Sam out. "Until Steve makes his moves."
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By the time they're on their getaway boat, Sam is shivering. The liquid adrenaline helps keep him going, helps him not feel the cold wetness so mich. So when Bucky pushes their foreheads together, Sam just presses in close in return. Seels shelter in Bucky's only slightly larger frame, in the heat the man radiates as his metabolism burns. And Sam presses his forehead against Bucky's too, practically nozzles into him in full view of any agent present. Doesn't care though. He didnt know anyone was coming to get him, and it hits him now, that of course Bucky would. That he's safe now. That they're together now, and wherever they're taken, whatever the plan is, Sam knows it has to involve them staying together.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone move towards them, and waves them off. Not know. SAM knows he needs to get checked over, but he still needs Bucky close for now. Still needs to ground the both of them here.
His voice is a hoarse whisper: "Buck. Hey, look at me. I'm here. You did so well."
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But he can't keep looking away for long. Sam is too handsome, even with the grey pallor and the bruises, too magnetic. Too much the north pole to which Bucky's internal compass points.
He remembers breathing exercises Sam taught him for when his brain is on one. In, then out. Count all the blue things he can see. Be here, now.
Here, with Sam. Whose face he's touching, now, a hand at Sam's cheek and Bucky is pulling back just enough to check out the other man's injuries himself. "Wanted to come sooner." Grumble, grouse.
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It's a stupidly inappropriate joke, but hey. Bucky chose this. Can only blame himself for liking a man who will jump at the chance to make a shitty joke in the hopes of startling a little bit if a smile onto Bucky's face. Or maybe even just pull him out of himself for a moment.
Besides, the way Sam looks at him right now... practically glowing with pride, because he can tell Bucky's making an effort to regulate himself. If only he could see how good he is. Until he can, Sam will happily remind him.
For now he covers Bucky's hand with his own.
"You came. That's what matters, Bucky. You got me out, and I'm okay." He catches the look in Bucky's eyes, puts a finger over his lips and insists: "I'm gonna be just fine, now."
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He notices the medic waiting in the wings and swallows, nodding and pulling away before gesturing to whomever that they could come in, it was fine. Sam needed looked over anyway.
"We're headed to Europe. A safehouse, for a while." Bucky murmurs as the med tech checks Sam out. "Until Steve makes his moves."