Instinct will kick in; Bucky knows it the second he dares to look back at Steve, sees the expression on his face. Reason won’t keep Bucky on this plane when it’s ready to blow, not when he knows how to escape, and so it is that he repeats his mistake from all those years ago, makes certain that his sleeve gets caught under the metal plating so that he can’t escape. He’s tying his own damn noose and he’s forcing his friend -- his brother, the most important person he has met and ever will -- to watch.
Adrenaline courses through him, its familiarity steadying, but he’s no longer sure if it’s born out of fear... Or rage.
“Let go,” he screams over the roar of the engine. His eyes sting from the biting cold of the wind, but he won’t allow any tears to fall. He will have dignity in death, even if he knows there’s no such thing. That death is messy and necessary, but never dignified.
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Date: 2011-11-04 05:04 am (UTC)Adrenaline courses through him, its familiarity steadying, but he’s no longer sure if it’s born out of fear... Or rage.
“Let go,” he screams over the roar of the engine. His eyes sting from the biting cold of the wind, but he won’t allow any tears to fall. He will have dignity in death, even if he knows there’s no such thing. That death is messy and necessary, but never dignified.
“Dammit, Steve-- Let go.”