[He’s having trouble catching his breath until he hears Steve taking noticeable, slow breaths of his own. As soon as he recognizes the intent, he starts matching his breaths to Steve’s. His heart clenches briefly from the sudden change, but gradually Bucky feels control return and, along with it, the air Steve gives him. He takes a few seconds before he tries speaking again.]
Y- Yeah. [Croaked. He clears his throat and tries again.] Yeah. Time.
[It was never on their side though. They’d lost how many years? Geeze...]
I ain’t leavin’ you on a damn beach again, that’s for sure.
[He chuckles quietly, trying to lighten the mood.]
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Y- Yeah. [Croaked. He clears his throat and tries again.] Yeah. Time.
[It was never on their side though. They’d lost how many years? Geeze...]
I ain’t leavin’ you on a damn beach again, that’s for sure.
[He chuckles quietly, trying to lighten the mood.]