Xavier's talking to me. I'm not exactly sure how long that's been going on for. I blink, no longer looking through the datapad at Bucky's unconscious form, the stillness all the more disturbing when compared to the distraught, frantic, violent struggle of just a few moments before.
I wish Natasha was here.
"What- light charge?" I ask, looking up, finding McCoy.
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Date: 2012-05-24 03:18 pm (UTC)I wish Natasha was here.
"What- light charge?" I ask, looking up, finding McCoy.
"What happens now?"