((ooc: I was thinking after the (modified) events of TWS? Maybe they both go down with the helicarrier, and Bucky refuses to let them go back to HYDRA after its all over and done with because they'll both obviously be killed for their failures, even if they can still only mostly manage to care about one another rather than themselves? But I was thinking maybe they could wind up on a mission together, first? Or forced to punish one another for their disobedience. One horrible thing or the other.))
By the time the Soldier awoke, he had shifted slightly where he lay, but only to a more relaxed, more companionably, and slightly less desperate position. In the span of those few hours, he had slowly come to let himself believe that this arrangement would be allowed to last without being abruptly ended, and so he had settled in accordingly. Now he lay on his back, the other man's head resting on his shoulder, that same arm curled around his shoulders, the other hand crossed over his stomach to rest lightly on the other man's hip. His companion's breath was warm on his neck, the sounds deep and slow and gratifying.
So he felt it immediately when the other weapon started to stir, to wake. Yet he only continued to lay there peacefully, moving only to run his fingers along the Soldier's cheek to coax him fully into waking. His reasons were the same reasons that probably left the other man wincing.
"Hey. Come on, try to stand up. You've been asleep too long - you need to stretch out a little."
It was a practice he remembered plenty of times from his own surgeries and repairs. So he would gently go to work helping the other man back to his feet, the better to help him work out muscles that might have been left cramped and sore by sleep and healing.
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By the time the Soldier awoke, he had shifted slightly where he lay, but only to a more relaxed, more companionably, and slightly less desperate position. In the span of those few hours, he had slowly come to let himself believe that this arrangement would be allowed to last without being abruptly ended, and so he had settled in accordingly. Now he lay on his back, the other man's head resting on his shoulder, that same arm curled around his shoulders, the other hand crossed over his stomach to rest lightly on the other man's hip. His companion's breath was warm on his neck, the sounds deep and slow and gratifying.
So he felt it immediately when the other weapon started to stir, to wake. Yet he only continued to lay there peacefully, moving only to run his fingers along the Soldier's cheek to coax him fully into waking. His reasons were the same reasons that probably left the other man wincing.
"Hey. Come on, try to stand up. You've been asleep too long - you need to stretch out a little."
It was a practice he remembered plenty of times from his own surgeries and repairs. So he would gently go to work helping the other man back to his feet, the better to help him work out muscles that might have been left cramped and sore by sleep and healing.