@controlledbywar
“You got this Buck, just relax and concentrate. Think. One word at a time.”
Steve was sitting in the chair opposite Bucky, pulled in close and leaning forwards with his hands on his knees and an expression of concern and concentration. He was exhausted and knew that Bucky must have been too, but as long as he was continuing on then Steve was going to sit right there with him. Sleep was for lesser men.
Life had changed inexorably for him. He had to be careful now where he went, who he spoke to. Plan each and every move really carefully. Sure things had settled down since the initial upheaval but nothing was easy. He’d thrown himself into action in the aftermath, needing to act quickly before everything went into lockdown; get the guys off the Raft, sort out who was with him...and who he could no longer trust or count on to have his back. Thankfully he found a lot of guys had his back, for which he would have to repay them for after this was finally over. Though how you paid someone back for essentially making themselves a wanted individual across international boarders he hadn’t yet thought up an answer for.
Now this.
He’d gotten the call from T’Challa to tell him they were going to bring Bucky out of Cryo. Something about intelligence he’d received...and Steve being Steve had panicked. He had been supposed to be setting up base at the safe house Coulson had sorted out for them. Trying to put some order into the chaos of his own making. Of course he’d dropped that and now poor Sam was left with the detail. He trusted him to do a good job though, so he wasn’t too concerned.
Steady blue eyes stayed locked on Bucky as he sat there, trying to will him into making some progress. “Come on, you’ve got this, I believe in you.” He resisted any form of touch, but wasn’t moving unless the man in front of him was doing the asking.
