[ Ashes blossom on the battlefield, and for a second, her heart stops. It's Wakanda all over again... until she realizes it's not her but her opponent that's crumbling into ash.
She's shaking from exhaustion. Her left forearm is still strapped to her broken shield, if only because she'd used the belts as a torniquet to stop the bleeding. She limps forward anyway, straining to see through the smoke and the damage and the bodies. She'll run through her list, make sure everyone on the team's accounted for. But she has to find him first. ]
Bucky! Anyone seen Bucky? [ He'd arrived with Sam, she was sure of it, but she'd lost track of him during the fight—
Her knees give way, but arms catch her before she crumples. She turns her head and lets out a sound that's half a laugh, half a sigh of relief as he lowers them both to the ground. He'd made it back, and he'd made it out of the fight that shortly followed. He looks like shit, but she probably looks worse. She can feel her injuries now that the adrenaline's wearing off, and she knows they're bad, even with the serum speeding up her healing. ]
Buck, listen. [ She drops Mjolnir to cup his cheek with a grimy, gloved hand. ] There's somethin' I gotta tell you...
[ Three times she'd thought she lost him. Three times he's come back, somehow. Yeah, she'd been an idiot. But this time, he will know he is loved. She doesn't care that he doesn't feel the same way — about himself, or for her. She's loved him since that day in high school, when they'd snuck out to Coney Island, and he'd convinced her to get on that damn rollercoaster with him then held her hair while she threw up into a garbage can afterward. It doesn't feel like she ever got off it. ]
i couldn't find an appropriate meme toplevel sooooo
She's shaking from exhaustion. Her left forearm is still strapped to her broken shield, if only because she'd used the belts as a torniquet to stop the bleeding. She limps forward anyway, straining to see through the smoke and the damage and the bodies. She'll run through her list, make sure everyone on the team's accounted for. But she has to find him first. ]
Bucky! Anyone seen Bucky? [ He'd arrived with Sam, she was sure of it, but she'd lost track of him during the fight—
Her knees give way, but arms catch her before she crumples. She turns her head and lets out a sound that's half a laugh, half a sigh of relief as he lowers them both to the ground. He'd made it back, and he'd made it out of the fight that shortly followed. He looks like shit, but she probably looks worse. She can feel her injuries now that the adrenaline's wearing off, and she knows they're bad, even with the serum speeding up her healing. ]
Buck, listen. [ She drops Mjolnir to cup his cheek with a grimy, gloved hand. ] There's somethin' I gotta tell you...
[ Three times she'd thought she lost him. Three times he's come back, somehow. Yeah, she'd been an idiot. But this time, he will know he is loved. She doesn't care that he doesn't feel the same way — about himself, or for her. She's loved him since that day in high school, when they'd snuck out to Coney Island, and he'd convinced her to get on that damn rollercoaster with him then held her hair while she threw up into a garbage can afterward. It doesn't feel like she ever got off it. ]