The battle has been won, but war has just begun.
[ Locked to ridethecyclone. Romantics!Verse. ]
[ Steve keeps one hand curled around the side of what remains of Bucky's uniform, holding on for fear of losing him as they run for safety, the HYDRA compound behind them ablaze with the bodies of the fallen scattered around the premises. Another one down, but still so many left to go. Still, it's a small victory, and it brings them that much closer to accomplishing their main goal.
But their success is tainted by the shift in the weather, the sky opening up around them and pouring down everything that it has to offer, large claps of thunder in the near distance making the ground tremble in fear and flashes of lightning chasing after them. The rendezvous point is still a fair distance away, and with their cuts and bruises, and after the long battle, it's going to be a struggle to reach it on time with the weather slowing them down on top of everything else.
Clouds of white steam flow out and rise before him with each and every breath, clothes soaking through with rain, and the supplies strapped to his back along with his shield starting to feel heavier the further they go. And then finally he needs to stop, to catch his breath, and if he feels it this much then Bucky must do without the advantages that he's blessed with.
He grabs at Bucky, too breathless to speak properly, and tries to tug to let him know it's time to stop. ] Bu-Bucky, we gotta - take a - minute to - rest.
[ Steve keeps one hand curled around the side of what remains of Bucky's uniform, holding on for fear of losing him as they run for safety, the HYDRA compound behind them ablaze with the bodies of the fallen scattered around the premises. Another one down, but still so many left to go. Still, it's a small victory, and it brings them that much closer to accomplishing their main goal.
But their success is tainted by the shift in the weather, the sky opening up around them and pouring down everything that it has to offer, large claps of thunder in the near distance making the ground tremble in fear and flashes of lightning chasing after them. The rendezvous point is still a fair distance away, and with their cuts and bruises, and after the long battle, it's going to be a struggle to reach it on time with the weather slowing them down on top of everything else.
Clouds of white steam flow out and rise before him with each and every breath, clothes soaking through with rain, and the supplies strapped to his back along with his shield starting to feel heavier the further they go. And then finally he needs to stop, to catch his breath, and if he feels it this much then Bucky must do without the advantages that he's blessed with.
He grabs at Bucky, too breathless to speak properly, and tries to tug to let him know it's time to stop. ] Bu-Bucky, we gotta - take a - minute to - rest.