[ He shifts his grip on the gun and it's his right arm--warm and vital--that slips around Thomas's back to hold him there. God, he doesn't want to be alone again. He's so thankful that Thomas isn't leaving him and he knows that thought is selfish, but Bucky's a selfish man sometimes.
It's too easy to tip his head so that he can lean it against Thomas's gently. He's got to get them out of here. If he looks at it like a mission, it'll be so much easier to focus through the fear. He has to get them both to safety, but first, he thinks they both need a minute to collect themselves. ]
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[ He shifts his grip on the gun and it's his right arm--warm and vital--that slips around Thomas's back to hold him there. God, he doesn't want to be alone again. He's so thankful that Thomas isn't leaving him and he knows that thought is selfish, but Bucky's a selfish man sometimes.
It's too easy to tip his head so that he can lean it against Thomas's gently. He's got to get them out of here. If he looks at it like a mission, it'll be so much easier to focus through the fear. He has to get them both to safety, but first, he thinks they both need a minute to collect themselves. ]