[ Bucky jokes that Steve wouldn't know fear if it hit him upside the head, but he does know it. Pushes them away, acknowledges their existence long enough to make the conscious decision that they're less important than whatever else needs to be done. He could say it's a gift from his long dead father, or his brave mother, or the years he lived with the understanding that one bad winter might do him in.
He tastes bile in the back of his throat, reminding himself that Kel's disorientation isn't his own. Holding the connection even when instinct demands that he drop it before he sends something of his own nausea back to her. There's nothing beneath his hands and knees except a few more meters of metal, his exit already in sight. She's moving forward and he doesn't remember stopping. ]
Sabotage. Coolant systems [ That's not a plan at all, that's barely a suggestion - but he's used to figuring things out as he goes. He focuses on the metal underneath his hands, cold and solid. Stable. Sends it forward, echoing Kel's mantra (his mantra) back to her as he continues crawling forward. ]
Wish we had fans like these in my apartment during the summer. [ Discounting the fact that he's yet to see an actual fan. Apparently it takes a bit more than that to keep a place protected against the heat of molten lava.
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He tastes bile in the back of his throat, reminding himself that Kel's disorientation isn't his own. Holding the connection even when instinct demands that he drop it before he sends something of his own nausea back to her. There's nothing beneath his hands and knees except a few more meters of metal, his exit already in sight. She's moving forward and he doesn't remember stopping. ]
Sabotage. Coolant systems [ That's not a plan at all, that's barely a suggestion - but he's used to figuring things out as he goes. He focuses on the metal underneath his hands, cold and solid. Stable. Sends it forward, echoing Kel's mantra (his mantra) back to her as he continues crawling forward. ]
Wish we had fans like these in my apartment during the summer. [ Discounting the fact that he's yet to see an actual fan. Apparently it takes a bit more than that to keep a place protected against the heat of molten lava.
Figuring it out as he goes. ]