Comments | onlyforthedream: [IV]

onlyforthedream

[IV]

Oct 25, 2011 00:59

I smell motor oil, gunsmoke, salt and metal. The sounds of the motorcycle engine, the plane, the choppy, freezing waters of the English Channel assault my ears. It’s happening again. It’s happening again, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it ( Read more... )

time loop, bucky barnes

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onlyapassenger November 3 2011, 23:12:32 UTC

My arms are wrapped around Steve's waist for the fourth time today, but my fingers are still holding the phantom of the Walther P38 I just used to kill Zemo.

I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this... How many more times we have to go through these same motions before Steve gets it into his head that there is no other way... But I'll be damned if I don't try to help him until he does.

Ever the soldier, Bucky doesn't ask the question any sane man would to such a request: why? He trusts Steve with his life -- always has, regardless of their circumstances -- and whatever plan he has, Bucky will try to execute to the best of his ability, since fighting him on the issue has proven unsuccessful so far. (His jaw still hurts from being punched, and that timeline doesn't even exist anymore.)

"Alright!"

onlyforthedream November 3 2011, 23:13:11 UTC

I twist the throttle hard, and gun it. It sends us over the edge faster but gives us a little more speed, a little more distance-

No. Not enough. I still can’t find purchase. I dig my elbows into the wing of the plane, grit my teeth.

“Bucky!” I shout over the sound of the engine, “I’m losing my grip!”

onlyapassenger November 3 2011, 23:14:18 UTC

The extra speed's afforded Bucky a better handle on the plane right from the get-go, and scrambling up to straddle the fuselage takes him only a matter of seconds, his knees pressing firmly in on either side to keep stable. Looking down from this height is a dizzying, but necessary evil; he turns at the waist, keeping one hand on the plane to steady himself as he leans back.

"Steve!" he shouts. "Here-- Take my hand!

onlyforthedream November 3 2011, 23:15:22 UTC

I throw my hand out, feeling a desperate jolt in my stomach as I slip back a crucial inch and another of something that feels like triumph when our hands connect. I grip Bucky’s wrist, and the extra leverage means I can push myself up with my other hand, instead of trying to pull ( ... )

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