Din was beginning to think he was going to actually make it to wherever Bucky was taking him on his own two feet. He even made it as far as the turbolift. There was the smallest hesitation before he made himself enter, all too aware of the tight quarters and too many possible threats. It had been a long time since he'd had to fight in a lift, and he wasn't looking forward to the possibility of it again-- but Bucky's hand was closing on top of his arm. He couldn't feel the warmth through his beskar, but he knew it was there.
It was enough to keep him moving forward, into the lift, shoulder to shoulder with too many people.
As the lift clicks by floors, he breathes out long, slow breaths, the sort you'd ease out as you pull a trigger. It was hard to focus, even with the adrenaline pounding in his ears. Without realizing it, he was slowly leaning more visibly onto Bucky. His braced stance inching down against his riduur.
The turbolift door opened, everyone filing out with obvious relief that Din was completely deaf to. He managed to get two and a half steps before his legs gave out from under him.
Din let out a strained sound, black quickly creeping into his vision as faces turned quickly towards him. There was talking, quick and urgent, and he had a feeling he wouldn't have been able to make any of it out even if it was in Basic. The world was spinning and it was all he could do to just keep one hand on Bucky's arm, keep him in reach.
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Date: 2024-06-02 04:53 am (UTC)It was enough to keep him moving forward, into the lift, shoulder to shoulder with too many people.
As the lift clicks by floors, he breathes out long, slow breaths, the sort you'd ease out as you pull a trigger. It was hard to focus, even with the adrenaline pounding in his ears. Without realizing it, he was slowly leaning more visibly onto Bucky. His braced stance inching down against his riduur.
The turbolift door opened, everyone filing out with obvious relief that Din was completely deaf to. He managed to get two and a half steps before his legs gave out from under him.
Din let out a strained sound, black quickly creeping into his vision as faces turned quickly towards him. There was talking, quick and urgent, and he had a feeling he wouldn't have been able to make any of it out even if it was in Basic. The world was spinning and it was all he could do to just keep one hand on Bucky's arm, keep him in reach.
Dank fucking farrick.