plavkiy (
plavkiy) wrote in
keepcruising2015-05-18 08:19 pm
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Steve, He-Wolf of the USA
It had all been a blur. Bucky doesn't know what Zola did to him, but he has to be hallucinating or dreaming, still strapped down and repeating his numbers, because Steve is here and he's big. He looks good--healthy--and Bucky's so relieved all he can do is mumble about Steve's size.
"I thought you were smaller."
He's dazed and he sounds it, but he's been in this odd sort of fog for so long that it could have been hours or years and he'd really expected to die here. It's a risk to rescue a few soldiers and he'd realized that early on it was unlikely anyone would come, but here's Steve, the one person he'd wanted to see the most.
"I thought you were smaller."
He's dazed and he sounds it, but he's been in this odd sort of fog for so long that it could have been hours or years and he'd really expected to die here. It's a risk to rescue a few soldiers and he'd realized that early on it was unlikely anyone would come, but here's Steve, the one person he'd wanted to see the most.
