He grasped desperately with fumbling, clumsy figures, grabbing hold of the other man to try to pull him through the gap. It wasn't a large gap, but with the man as starved and wounded and lessened as he was, he could just barely make it. He pulled, heedless of wounds and injuries, heedless of danger, just needing to have his friend here in his arms where he could keep him safe.
"I won't," he promised desperately around breathless sobs, trying to hold on. "I won't, I won't..." Others were trying to pull him back, pull him away, and Steve was almost about to give up in despair before the stranger cried out.
It was like being struck by lightning, energy lighting up every nerve. Something deeper and more primal than the shocks, something that healed instead of broke. Adrenaline washed through his mind, clearing away the fog that seemed to have an everpresent hold on him. That name, his name, echoed in his mind clear as a bell. Stevie.Steve. His name. How could he have ever forgotten?
"Bucky!" He was exhausted, wounded, weak, but for just a moment he was still stronger. At least enough to pull Bucky through to his side entirely, to wrap his arms around him and hold him close as the guards managed to get his cage door open. It wasn't a large cage, and there was only so many that could fit through to try to grab at them. Steve fought them off the best he could without letting go, shoving and snarling. "Let go of me! Leave us alone!" HYDRA. This was HYDRA, they'd been captured after the fall, oh god, how long had they been here...?
Steve Rogers. He was Steve Rogers, and this was James Barnes, his best friend.
He put up a good fight, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. Steve dug his hands in as tightly as he could before he felt himself torn away, felt them torn apart again, and no matter how he struggled and thrashed there always seemed to be more hands to hold him. "No!"
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"I won't," he promised desperately around breathless sobs, trying to hold on. "I won't, I won't..." Others were trying to pull him back, pull him away, and Steve was almost about to give up in despair before the stranger cried out.
It was like being struck by lightning, energy lighting up every nerve. Something deeper and more primal than the shocks, something that healed instead of broke. Adrenaline washed through his mind, clearing away the fog that seemed to have an everpresent hold on him. That name, his name, echoed in his mind clear as a bell. Stevie. Steve. His name. How could he have ever forgotten?
"Bucky!" He was exhausted, wounded, weak, but for just a moment he was still stronger. At least enough to pull Bucky through to his side entirely, to wrap his arms around him and hold him close as the guards managed to get his cage door open. It wasn't a large cage, and there was only so many that could fit through to try to grab at them. Steve fought them off the best he could without letting go, shoving and snarling. "Let go of me! Leave us alone!" HYDRA. This was HYDRA, they'd been captured after the fall, oh god, how long had they been here...?
Steve Rogers. He was Steve Rogers, and this was James Barnes, his best friend.
He put up a good fight, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. Steve dug his hands in as tightly as he could before he felt himself torn away, felt them torn apart again, and no matter how he struggled and thrashed there always seemed to be more hands to hold him. "No!"