Bucky knows the warning will come, and still it falls on deaf ears. He's already hoisted himself further up the plane, his fingers humming from the vibration as he fights to hang on. Though he doesn't notice it as it happens, he knows, too, that his sleeve has already caught under part of the metal plating, his focus dedicated to finding the bomb despite already knowing its location.
It's déjà vu. Time will reset. If this is anything like Russia, time will reset, but... I don't know what else to do. The plane has to be stopped, and no matter how much I wish this day had gone different, that's never going to change. This is bigger than me. Bigger than us. Why are we back here?
"I see it!" he screams through gritted teeth. "Aw, God, Cap, it's gonna blow!"
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Date: 2011-11-03 10:12 pm (UTC)It's déjà vu. Time will reset. If this is anything like Russia, time will reset, but... I don't know what else to do. The plane has to be stopped, and no matter how much I wish this day had gone different, that's never going to change. This is bigger than me. Bigger than us. Why are we back here?
"I see it!" he screams through gritted teeth. "Aw, God, Cap, it's gonna blow!"