When Bucky needs to think, to make a decision, he looks poised on the edge
of a razor blade. Lethal and bleeding and about ready to crack.
When he knows what to do, he moves with the grace of a big cat. Steve takes
that in, tucks it away. All information he needs. He knows enough about
flashbacks (or whatever the hell this is) to know that arguing with Bucky,
trying to push him into reality, won't work. He has to work with what's
going on. He has to blunt it, to redirect it, to help Bucky calm down.
Which means he needs to give Bucky orders. Orders that will make him safe,
and won't hurt him.
Steve rolls to his feet, and dabs a finger at the spot on his throat. It's
already stopped bleeding.
Is this -
Hell.
He'll have to try.
"Your mission is to stay by my side and do what I need," he says calmly,
because he trusts that this soldier in front of him will do as he's told.
He has to trust. "Your mission is to tend to me. Whatever I tell you to do
for me. Understood, soldier?"
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When Bucky needs to think, to make a decision, he looks poised on the edge of a razor blade. Lethal and bleeding and about ready to crack.
When he knows what to do, he moves with the grace of a big cat. Steve takes that in, tucks it away. All information he needs. He knows enough about flashbacks (or whatever the hell this is) to know that arguing with Bucky, trying to push him into reality, won't work. He has to work with what's going on. He has to blunt it, to redirect it, to help Bucky calm down.
Which means he needs to give Bucky orders. Orders that will make him safe, and won't hurt him.
Steve rolls to his feet, and dabs a finger at the spot on his throat. It's already stopped bleeding.
Is this -
Hell.
He'll have to try.
"Your mission is to stay by my side and do what I need," he says calmly, because he trusts that this soldier in front of him will do as he's told. He has to trust. "Your mission is to tend to me. Whatever I tell you to do for me. Understood, soldier?"