[Bucky's hands slide up to Zevran's shoulders, pressing in, his body pinning him against the wall. His fingers bruise, his arm whirring as the metal adjusts and shifts.]
Go.
[A part of him wants to beg Zevran to leave. Another part, a selfish and lonely part, doesn't want him to say anything. Bucky hasn't had anyone this close in a long time, as far as he can remember, and the idea of giving it up feels suffocating. But, he's not that selfish. He's not that kind of person, not underneath the words and training and what Hydra does to him. Bucky would rather Zevran disappear and be free, than be stuck here in Hell with him.]
If you go, then we can both be free.
[The longer he's away, the more he remembers. Not people, but the crushed up bits of memory that tell him he's not the soldier.]
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Go.
[A part of him wants to beg Zevran to leave. Another part, a selfish and lonely part, doesn't want him to say anything. Bucky hasn't had anyone this close in a long time, as far as he can remember, and the idea of giving it up feels suffocating. But, he's not that selfish. He's not that kind of person, not underneath the words and training and what Hydra does to him. Bucky would rather Zevran disappear and be free, than be stuck here in Hell with him.]
If you go, then we can both be free.
[The longer he's away, the more he remembers. Not people, but the crushed up bits of memory that tell him he's not the soldier.]
Don't you want that?