[The air feels like it’s being ripped from his lungs. He presses harder into Steve, just the way Steve used to when he couldn’t make sense of things but only knew that Bucky was there and that he wanted Bucky. He draws Steve as close as he can with his single arm and tries to keep his breath steady while his nerves dance anxiously at how much he feels but doesn’t know how to express anymore. His mind has trouble keeping up, so his eyes squeeze shut to focus on just breathing.
Gradually, Steve’s gentle coaxing eases him down. Then, there’s only guilt left.]
Shit— sorry— I shouldn’t— I can’t do this to you—fuck—it’s damn unfair, and I don’t wanna ruin things.
[It was going so good and then you had to fuck it up, Barnes. Fucking typical.]
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Gradually, Steve’s gentle coaxing eases him down. Then, there’s only guilt left.]
Shit— sorry— I shouldn’t— I can’t do this to you—fuck—it’s damn unfair, and I don’t wanna ruin things.
[It was going so good and then you had to fuck it up, Barnes. Fucking typical.]