Except no - that's not quite true either. They're both not really here, they're both on a space station. It's been 7 and a half years since the Raft, even though they felt like 2 and a half due to the time list.
Hard to remember that when his fingers feel numb with the memory of being locked up without due process in the middle of the ocean where he could die and no one back home would be wiser for it, not just like a criminal but like a maximum security super hero threat level kind of criminal.
Sam can feel the telltale signs of a flashback, of anxiety crawling up his spine like fine tendrils.
He doesn't know why they locked him up with Bucky when everyone else has gotten individual cells, except maybe that's a special kind of punishment. Except that's not right - Bucky was never on the Raft, and having him here is not a punishment but a blessing, because it means Sam isn't...
Sam isn't here, either.
It's not real. Just like that chair, it's not real. It's just a cruelty that cuts deep. He just hopes Bucky's real, or else this is gonna get real bad for him real fast.
Sam reaches out a hand, curls it around Bucky's arm. Steady. Solid. He needs to focus on Bucky and remember that they're not actually here, with no actual way out because the Raft is in the middle of the ocean. ]
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Except no - that's not quite true either. They're both not really here, they're both on a space station. It's been 7 and a half years since the Raft, even though they felt like 2 and a half due to the time list.
Hard to remember that when his fingers feel numb with the memory of being locked up without due process in the middle of the ocean where he could die and no one back home would be wiser for it, not just like a criminal but like a maximum security super hero threat level kind of criminal.
Sam can feel the telltale signs of a flashback, of anxiety crawling up his spine like fine tendrils.
He doesn't know why they locked him up with Bucky when everyone else has gotten individual cells, except maybe that's a special kind of punishment. Except that's not right - Bucky was never on the Raft, and having him here is not a punishment but a blessing, because it means Sam isn't...
Sam isn't here, either.
It's not real. Just like that chair, it's not real. It's just a cruelty that cuts deep. He just hopes Bucky's real, or else this is gonna get real bad for him real fast.
Sam reaches out a hand, curls it around Bucky's arm. Steady. Solid. He needs to focus on Bucky and remember that they're not actually here, with no actual way out because the Raft is in the middle of the ocean. ]
You alright?
[ The chair is still looming. ]