[ he stumbles slightly when Bucky speaks, though it's not just the momentary distraction that does it; nearly the entirety of his attention rests on Bucky rather than his own feet, those only afforded the occasional glance, and it makes him clumsy. he looks down again instinctively to catch himself, a line of irritation between his eyebrows, then quickly back up, feeling that tether of keeping him in his sights just as keenly. he doesn't step forward again, though. ]
Please.
[ he's managed to get close enough that he doesn't have to shout over the wind, his voice even if out of breath from the brief climb, and it belies the way it's been a constant, pulling entreaty as he looked for Bucky in the months before all of this. it also belies everything after: that he knew exactly when and where Bucky was unplugged; that he'd fought with Natasha about being there when Bucky woke up (Steve's hair is only slightly longer than his); that her being there instead had been a compromise, and one that settled stiffly on his narrow shoulders.
it's not why he shrugs them now, though; that's to pull at the sleeve of the jacket, tugging it off. apparently he only put it on as a convenient way to carry it back to its owner. ]
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Please.
[ he's managed to get close enough that he doesn't have to shout over the wind, his voice even if out of breath from the brief climb, and it belies the way it's been a constant, pulling entreaty as he looked for Bucky in the months before all of this. it also belies everything after: that he knew exactly when and where Bucky was unplugged; that he'd fought with Natasha about being there when Bucky woke up (Steve's hair is only slightly longer than his); that her being there instead had been a compromise, and one that settled stiffly on his narrow shoulders.
it's not why he shrugs them now, though; that's to pull at the sleeve of the jacket, tugging it off. apparently he only put it on as a convenient way to carry it back to its owner. ]
You dropped this.