“ take my hand. ” (whOOP here I go already , , , for Bucky pls ;w; )
the beeeebbbss!!! // @ofstrike
heart hammers against chest and for ALL the extreme missions they have been on over the decades– he is SURE that nothing has caused an adrenaline rush to this extreme. for a moment, with vision spotting and head spinning, he wonders if he might actually PASS OUT altogether. a notion that really– is quite ridiculous, given all the PAIN winter has been through in his time.
( what’s some small injuries in comparison to the BURNING of his mind? )
wincing, he finally manages to move, wriggle free of debris and stretch– reach for rumlow’s hand. fingers clench tight and there is a guttural growl as metal hand PUSHES, shoves against remaining debris pressing down on body. last remaining strength is used to break free and then– he’s on his feet. staggering, body burning with pain but mind ALIVE, alert rather than dulled by the pain.
scanning the surroundings, the destruction they’ve caused and the bodies left behind, winter can’t help the smirk that lifts lips for a flicker of a moment. ( cannot help the smug satisfaction that comes from knowing he FINALLY got a chance to snap. to lose it. to kill those that tried to hurt them. ) but it is squashed down as quickly as it appears. now is NOT the time. now is the time to make use of all that training, all that brainwashing and coding.
“i give it seven minutes till their back up gets here, and they ain’t gonna go easy on us given this mess. we gotta get out of here, out of sight, now. you ready to run, old man?”
