I throw my hand out, feeling a desperate jolt in my stomach as I slip back a crucial inch and another of something that feels like triumph when our hands connect. I grip Bucky’s wrist, and the extra leverage means I can push myself up with my other hand, instead of trying to pull.
It’s surreal, to find myself on the wing of the plane, right there next to Buck. I’ve seen the next part a thousand times, I know how little time we have, and I also know where Bucky’s always looked the moment before he tells me it’s gonna blow. I fling myself over the front of the wing and drop under it, a maneuver that’s no more dizzying than the rest of this, whatever the hell is happening to us.
I see the panel, clear as day. Not the fuse, but the compartment the wiring’s got to be in. I know it’s got to be there, because this compartment wasn’t in the original schematic of the plane. It’s been over a decade and I still remember every traitorous line of it.
“I found it!” I slam a fist into it, denting the metal, then pry it off and fling it away.
“No time for subtlety,” I say through gritted teeth, shoving my hand into the heart of the bomb and ripping it out. I drop a fistful of wires, dig the toe of one boot into the hole I made, and use it to clamber back up the side of the plane.
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Date: 2011-11-03 11:15 pm (UTC)It’s surreal, to find myself on the wing of the plane, right there next to Buck. I’ve seen the next part a thousand times, I know how little time we have, and I also know where Bucky’s always looked the moment before he tells me it’s gonna blow. I fling myself over the front of the wing and drop under it, a maneuver that’s no more dizzying than the rest of this, whatever the hell is happening to us.
I see the panel, clear as day. Not the fuse, but the compartment the wiring’s got to be in. I know it’s got to be there, because this compartment wasn’t in the original schematic of the plane. It’s been over a decade and I still remember every traitorous line of it.
“I found it!” I slam a fist into it, denting the metal, then pry it off and fling it away.
“No time for subtlety,” I say through gritted teeth, shoving my hand into the heart of the bomb and ripping it out. I drop a fistful of wires, dig the toe of one boot into the hole I made, and use it to clamber back up the side of the plane.
“There!”