❍ ❍ ❝ 𝕿𝐖𝐎 𝕲𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 ,
╰───➣ we're just two 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 standing
in the 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 of you and 𝒎𝒆
trying to 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 how
it 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 to have a 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕. ❞ ೄ
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𝕵𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑩𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑺 DIDN'T KNOW HOW HE HAD LET IT HAPPEN, HIS BEST FRIEND SINCE CHILDHOOD SLIPPING THROUGH HIS FINGERS SO EASILY AFTER HOLDING ON SO TIGHT FOR SO LONG. All the years spent, all the promises made to never be apart or become anything less than what they were, it was gone. All of it . . . gone just like that.
Bucky had battled the hands that yanked and jerked him back into the trench, realising that seeing his friend run to his death had immobilised him so much so that he hardly cared to move for his safety.
Dugan was the most familiar face to pull him back, his voice standing out the most as he and other men heaved him back through the wires until he fumbled weakly back into the trench; where there was insufficient time for peace.
The fires didn't cease, and all hands were on deck as Bucky's hands clamped over his ears; hands slapping the hard helmet he donned on his head.
"Come on, man." Gabe aided him into a guarding position, his hands remaining around him in a brief moment of consolation. "Don't give up now."
"Once this storm blows over, you can cry all you want." Dum Dum's voice was stern yet moderately fatherly to Barnes as shots rang out from both behind and in front of them. "Right now, I need you to grab a gun and start hitting these bastards."
The sergeant nodded, as shaky as it was, and plucked up his gun. There was distinct animosity in the way he held and directed it. James Barnes firmly couldn't tell you how many bullets he fired. All he knew was that he didn't stop until his ammo was nonexistent.
Bucky's brain was all fogged up when hands went under his arms swiftly, pulling him back with such a force that the young soldier would've otherwise complained about how his blue eyes were no longer trained on the field.
His best friend was out there. Somewhere, amongst the piles of fallen men who still had a full life to live, a family to hold, or even a pet to clap as they greet you; Raymond was out there . . . but where? The Barnes knew there was a high chance he would never know.
"You good, man?" His surroundings changed, and suddenly Gabe and Dum Dum stood across from him; sad looks plastered on their faces. He didn't look, staring at the ground instead.
"Why on earth did he run back?" Bucky whispered hoarsely in a tone that was broken, his eyes homing the burn of slick tears already in effect as he bit his lip sparingly in a concealed anger.
