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woundedwinter set here for Bucky to wake up.
When he begins the slow crawl to awareness, it's easy, the sedatives burning off as Gideon lowers the dosage. There's no pain. His injuries gone, the only thing lingering is the smell of smoke and blood still clinging to his clothes.
She's still here.
Bucky can sense it even before he opens his eyes, fingers twitching before groaning softly. The chair in medical.
Fuck. A weary noise as he opens his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. "What did I do?"
Did he hurt someone?
He knows he panicked, he can remember the flashes back to Siberia, but everything is still too muddled.
When he begins the slow crawl to awareness, it's easy, the sedatives burning off as Gideon lowers the dosage. There's no pain. His injuries gone, the only thing lingering is the smell of smoke and blood still clinging to his clothes.
She's still here.
Bucky can sense it even before he opens his eyes, fingers twitching before groaning softly. The chair in medical.
Fuck. A weary noise as he opens his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. "What did I do?"
Did he hurt someone?
He knows he panicked, he can remember the flashes back to Siberia, but everything is still too muddled.
