It'd bothered Sam, once, when he could feel Bucky becoming more and more in tune with his symbiote, more and more a part of the Nest. When he'd felt like he was losing his friend, when he wanted to fight it - but he hadn't been losing him, not really. The more Bucky became a part of the Nest - the more both of them became a part of the Nest - the more they became a part of each other.
He'd never really known Bucky before the Station, and he still remembers his determination to help Bucky figure out who he is. Often he doesn't remember why, but he still remembers what they found, and he holds onto it. It doesn't matter if it's him or Bucky, not really. As long as it's still there, it's still a part of both of them.
Sam stirs when he feels Bucky shift against him. Bucky's waking mind pulls at his, making it difficult to hold onto sleep, but he doesn't mind. His legs slide against Bucky's as he shifts as well, and he hooks his ankle around Bucky's as a sleepy stream of affection flows across their bond.
He doesn't ask where Bucky goes when he disappears. He knows, more or less, the same way that some part of him knows everything that goes on with Bucky. The same way Bucky likely knows everything that goes on with him. He's never asked to go with him, either, but today...
His fingertips press gently to Bucky's temple, as though he could actually hears what calls Bucky for himself, instead of picking up the echoes from Bucky's mind. A wordless question forms between them - will Bucky go today, or will he wait until the voices of the Nest grow louder?
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He'd never really known Bucky before the Station, and he still remembers his determination to help Bucky figure out who he is. Often he doesn't remember why, but he still remembers what they found, and he holds onto it. It doesn't matter if it's him or Bucky, not really. As long as it's still there, it's still a part of both of them.
Sam stirs when he feels Bucky shift against him. Bucky's waking mind pulls at his, making it difficult to hold onto sleep, but he doesn't mind. His legs slide against Bucky's as he shifts as well, and he hooks his ankle around Bucky's as a sleepy stream of affection flows across their bond.
He doesn't ask where Bucky goes when he disappears. He knows, more or less, the same way that some part of him knows everything that goes on with Bucky. The same way Bucky likely knows everything that goes on with him. He's never asked to go with him, either, but today...
His fingertips press gently to Bucky's temple, as though he could actually hears what calls Bucky for himself, instead of picking up the echoes from Bucky's mind. A wordless question forms between them - will Bucky go today, or will he wait until the voices of the Nest grow louder?