What? No! Bucky, I'm not leaving you. I'd never fucking leave you. Never.
[Alarms were going off in his head. Blaring, blazing, screaming at him to abort. But what was there to do? The damage was done. Now all he could do was pick up the pieces. Literal and figurative, judging by the shards of glass in Bucky's metal palm. At least they wouldn't cut him, he thought, though they could easily be used as a weapon against him.
Rumlow's expression shifted into something he rarely, if never wore. Pleading. He had just told him he had felt abandoned and now he was running the risk of it again. This was why, a voice told him. No attachments. Rumlow felt the bile rising in his throat, a fear response spiking his adrenaline and just like clockwork, that deep, unavoidable horror at having failed began to rear its ugly head.
No, he could still fix this. There was still something he could do. He had to.]
Bucky please. You're dead, we're both dead. There is no HYDRA. Not here. Just us.
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[Alarms were going off in his head. Blaring, blazing, screaming at him to abort. But what was there to do? The damage was done. Now all he could do was pick up the pieces. Literal and figurative, judging by the shards of glass in Bucky's metal palm. At least they wouldn't cut him, he thought, though they could easily be used as a weapon against him.
Rumlow's expression shifted into something he rarely, if never wore. Pleading. He had just told him he had felt abandoned and now he was running the risk of it again. This was why, a voice told him. No attachments. Rumlow felt the bile rising in his throat, a fear response spiking his adrenaline and just like clockwork, that deep, unavoidable horror at having failed began to rear its ugly head.
No, he could still fix this. There was still something he could do. He had to.]
Bucky please. You're dead, we're both dead. There is no HYDRA. Not here. Just us.