[ Steve was all right; whatever Bucky gave him was powerful -- it was working, and it was easy to gradually go deeper and deeper with him. The water wasn't too cold anymore, not at this comfortable level, and Steve was delighted with the lovely, alluring song Bucky was singing underwater, the two-toned beautiful melody that entranced, captivated.
He followed after him, guiding by Bucky's patient hand, and he stared, wide-eyed at the sunken ship. It was old, grand and rotting, but it was one of the best thingshe'd ever seen.
Taking his hand, Steve came in after him, drawn to the glistening fish that swam past, and to his friend's song, the one he felt right down to his bones. What a thrillingly gorgeous sound, he thought, even as he smiled back, helplessly drawn to him. ]
It's beautiful. [ He tries to speak, and is surprised when he can actually do it underwater. ] Almost as beautiful as you.
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He followed after him, guiding by Bucky's patient hand, and he stared, wide-eyed at the sunken ship. It was old, grand and rotting, but it was one of the best thingshe'd ever seen.
Taking his hand, Steve came in after him, drawn to the glistening fish that swam past, and to his friend's song, the one he felt right down to his bones. What a thrillingly gorgeous sound, he thought, even as he smiled back, helplessly drawn to him. ]
It's beautiful. [ He tries to speak, and is surprised when he can actually do it underwater. ] Almost as beautiful as you.