Bucky jerked when Steve's hand closed around his wrist and fought it. But Steve's superhuman strength won out over his weak body and he let his hand be pulled away. He shook his head and turned into Steve's chest again. "No.... No, I can't hurt you. Steve, please, just let me..." The dull throb of pain in his thigh, though, didn't feel any different than the hundreds of cuts already there. It didn't feel any different than what they had done to him.
There were no more tears left in him. All Bucky could do was push his face into Steve's chest, sobs hiccuping ineffectually out of him. Every breath hurt, his lungs seizing up and making it painful to get any oxygen in at all. He coughed and sagged, shoulders slumping. He was exhausted, physically and mentally, but the stubborn determination that had been his life since the kidnapping kept him from going still and compliant.
Bucky turned his face away from Steve, coughing into the sleeve of his shirt, hand curling into a fist, his wrist still in Steve's grip. He felt himself hack up something wet and was afraid to pull away to see what it was, but he had a feeling it was blood.
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Date: 2014-07-03 12:41 am (UTC)There were no more tears left in him. All Bucky could do was push his face into Steve's chest, sobs hiccuping ineffectually out of him. Every breath hurt, his lungs seizing up and making it painful to get any oxygen in at all. He coughed and sagged, shoulders slumping. He was exhausted, physically and mentally, but the stubborn determination that had been his life since the kidnapping kept him from going still and compliant.
Bucky turned his face away from Steve, coughing into the sleeve of his shirt, hand curling into a fist, his wrist still in Steve's grip. He felt himself hack up something wet and was afraid to pull away to see what it was, but he had a feeling it was blood.