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A continuation of this.
When Daken comes to, the first thing he’ll smell is Bucky’s burning cigarette. His first sensation will probably be the cold cement beneath his bare back, or perhaps those restraints around his wrists. The first thing Bucky had done was make sure to get rid of that hideous ensemble. The second thing he’d done was make sure the man was properly restrained. It was only after that that he’d tended to his shoulder.
It hurt like a bitch, and Bucky wished he had his own healing powers. The fact that Daken seemed to have lost his ability to heal quickly along with his sight intrigued Bucky. He wondered how much he could do before the man lost it or regained his eyesight-unless he never regained it, which was unlikely, but a possibility he delighted in.
He flicked the ashes from his cigarette onto the man’s chest. “Hey, sleepyhead. Are you gonna wake up or what?”
When Daken comes to, the first thing he’ll smell is Bucky’s burning cigarette. His first sensation will probably be the cold cement beneath his bare back, or perhaps those restraints around his wrists. The first thing Bucky had done was make sure to get rid of that hideous ensemble. The second thing he’d done was make sure the man was properly restrained. It was only after that that he’d tended to his shoulder.
It hurt like a bitch, and Bucky wished he had his own healing powers. The fact that Daken seemed to have lost his ability to heal quickly along with his sight intrigued Bucky. He wondered how much he could do before the man lost it or regained his eyesight-unless he never regained it, which was unlikely, but a possibility he delighted in.
He flicked the ashes from his cigarette onto the man’s chest. “Hey, sleepyhead. Are you gonna wake up or what?”