[ The tug on his sleeve brings him to a wobbly halt, and it's a could thing too, because he's not sure he could have stopped on his own volition. The ground beneath him slides in a fit of mud from the rain, Bucky's hands on his thighs as he leans over, tries to drag something other than water into his mouth.
His lungs are burning. ]
Shit. Shit. Hey, hey, Rogers. You okay? [ He doesn't have the energy to straighten for the moment, lets his worry convey through his voice and stay there. ] Christ. Oh crap, man. That was -.
[ Then he's swinging around in a stumble, hand curving around Steve's shoulder. ] Talk to me, sweetheart. Let me hear those dulcet tones.
[ Steve finds enough steam to laugh brokenly and fill the air around them, one arm held close to his chest because it hurts too much to do anything else with, and the other wrapping around Bucky, holding him up and keeping him close. ] I'll live. You good there?
[ The rain is making it hard to see, which is all the more reason not to carry on until they can regain their bearings. He finally seems to get his lungs to work at a normal rate, the dizziness of trying to take in too much air all at once and still not being enough slowly fading into a dull headache. ] Damn, that was one helluva fight. It's one to tell the kids, hey, Buck?
[ He lost his helmet forever ago and the rain is flattening his hair, making it all the more difficult to actually get his bearings. Blinking, the water leaks in under the collar of his jacket and now the exhilaration of running is wearing off, Bucky can feel the creeping cold licking all over his extremities. ]
Hah. Y-yeah. [ Bucky's frowning, noting the way Steve's cradling his arm, mouth going dry because, shit, that was bad. ] Okay there? Y'hurt?
[ The helmet attached around Steve's neck has slowly wriggled its way off his head and rests against his shoulder, an annoyance he's been aware of whilst running, but now they've stopped he can do something about it. He winces as he lifts his arm to unfasten it, uses the other to pop it onto Bucky's head for safekeeping. ]
Feels dislocated. A good shove ought'a do it, but we should keep moving for now, put as much distance between us and them as we can. [ He pats Bucky over all the same, checking for injuries - he didn't risk everything to rescue his arse just to get him killed now. ] Y'think you can keep going? It's gonna be a slow journey from here, but the rain should cover us.
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His lungs are burning. ]
Shit. Shit. Hey, hey, Rogers. You okay? [ He doesn't have the energy to straighten for the moment, lets his worry convey through his voice and stay there. ] Christ. Oh crap, man. That was -.
[ Then he's swinging around in a stumble, hand curving around Steve's shoulder. ] Talk to me, sweetheart. Let me hear those dulcet tones.
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[ The rain is making it hard to see, which is all the more reason not to carry on until they can regain their bearings. He finally seems to get his lungs to work at a normal rate, the dizziness of trying to take in too much air all at once and still not being enough slowly fading into a dull headache. ] Damn, that was one helluva fight. It's one to tell the kids, hey, Buck?
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Hah. Y-yeah. [ Bucky's frowning, noting the way Steve's cradling his arm, mouth going dry because, shit, that was bad. ] Okay there? Y'hurt?
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Feels dislocated. A good shove ought'a do it, but we should keep moving for now, put as much distance between us and them as we can. [ He pats Bucky over all the same, checking for injuries - he didn't risk everything to rescue his arse just to get him killed now. ] Y'think you can keep going? It's gonna be a slow journey from here, but the rain should cover us.
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