[ Bucky sees what Steve is going for close enough to immediately for government work. There's something familiar there, like an itch that won't leave even when there's nothing there to touch the skin. He and his Cap, they were always partners, even before they were friends. And, well, it isn't his first time fighting a giant monster, though he still wishes he had a grenade. Or even a knife.
Then again, he's not the one punching the thing. Just hanging onto those vines for dear life.
The good news is it seems to be working. It isn't pretty, but the thing struggles less and less against the vines as that minute and a half ticks away.
The bad news is, that seems like Namor being here really was a trick, and Bucky can't hear his voice at all anymore. It stings; Bucky's lonelier than he realized, and he feels it more than he wants to. He hopes that doesn't show. ]
It's not dead yet, is it? I need time to think up a good line.
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Then again, he's not the one punching the thing. Just hanging onto those vines for dear life.
The good news is it seems to be working. It isn't pretty, but the thing struggles less and less against the vines as that minute and a half ticks away.
The bad news is, that seems like Namor being here really was a trick, and Bucky can't hear his voice at all anymore. It stings; Bucky's lonelier than he realized, and he feels it more than he wants to. He hopes that doesn't show. ]
It's not dead yet, is it? I need time to think up a good line.