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James was barely even conscious, in his mind hearing his phone blaring away was translating into it being somewhere lost in his sheets but he couldn’t quite reach it. No matter how hard he searched for it, the phone just kept ringing.
He was motionless once Theo left him alone, the only change being the blood mingling and running with the downpour of rain water that was threatening to shift the mud into a landslide if they weren’t careful. They being Theo since James was completely out of it, lost in the surreal dream of trying to find a phone that was then answered.
It was Steve on the other end, his usual phone call to the wayward Winter Soldier that wasn’t usually one for answering his phone. Every few weeks Steve would call to try and track his friend down an each time, James would dodge the call but phone back to leave a voice mail stating that he was alive.
So imagine the Captain’s surprise when a strangers voice stuttered down the phone with talk of an accident. Steve’s gut went cold and logic tried to tell him that he had just dialled the wrong number, but his mind went crazy with the thought of Bucky lying dead somewhere with a stranger simply finding his phone.
“Who the hell is this?!”
The sharp words shot through the receiver and his heart recoiled from them, pulse jumping sharply up, and a panic fought to rise with it (not his current panic, the sort of panic that made your legs work, that got you up and running away from gnashing teeth) but he only remained where he sat, paralyzed.
“I-- m-my n-- he just-- he just gave me a ride, that’s all, I promise--” He floundered for purchase both in breath and in words, failed, paused for a long second of breathlessness, and tried again, free hand planted on James’ chest as though to reassure himself that the other man was still breathing.
“..we got run off the road,” The new attempt at breathing evenly arrived with a lie, although for now, he supposed, it didn’t matter. “We were on the bike, and it’s raining really bad, and someone passed us too closely, ran us off--”
“The bike is smashed, I don’t-- I can’t get him to a hospital myself--”














