Wind is whipping through my hair and past my ears, nearly drowning out the din around me: the rumble of the motorcycle, the roar of the plane, the crash of the water below. All I see, though, is army green. My eyes are locked on someone's back. My arms are wrapped around their waist... And I'd say I don't remember when I put them there, but that's a lie. I know exactly where I am, and who I'm with...
I just don't remember when I fell asleep... And judging by the fact that I can feel my left arm, my best guess is I didn't. This is actually happening, inasmuch as whatever sick S.O.B. sent me here can make it happen.
The question is if I'm alone... Or if Steve remembers where we ought to be, too.
"Cap!" Bucky shouts, voice already raw though he knows the true horror's only just begun, if this is anything like Russia. He tears his gaze upwards, catching only a glimpse of Steve's face before his attention is quickly diverted towards the plane, his body already moving through the motions it's done countless times before in every nightmare imaginable . His right hand rests on Steve's shoulder, his left outstretched before them both as he pulls himself up, and it's sheer force of habit that finds him adding, "I can make it!"
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Date: 2011-11-03 09:45 pm (UTC)I just don't remember when I fell asleep... And judging by the fact that I can feel my left arm, my best guess is I didn't. This is actually happening, inasmuch as whatever sick S.O.B. sent me here can make it happen.
The question is if I'm alone... Or if Steve remembers where we ought to be, too.
"Cap!" Bucky shouts, voice already raw though he knows the true horror's only just begun, if this is anything like Russia. He tears his gaze upwards, catching only a glimpse of Steve's face before his attention is quickly diverted towards the plane, his body already moving through the motions it's done countless times before in every nightmare imaginable . His right hand rests on Steve's shoulder, his left outstretched before them both as he pulls himself up, and it's sheer force of habit that finds him adding, "I can make it!"