“He gets pulled into a hug.
Blind anger tries again to rear up inside him—now Steve is trying to fucking hug it out, and Bucky should break free, laugh in his face, punch him in the teeth, beat him till he bleeds. Instead he finds himself clinging to him, suddenly overwhelmed by the closeness of him, his weight, his warmth, his smell, clinging so tight he’s ruining his beautiful navy shirt, and he never really stopped crying since this whole mess started but now he’s sobbing so hard it’s difficult to breathe.”
Based on chapter 5 of Nonymos‘ fic Motion Training.













