[He slumps to the side, sitting as upright as he can against the wall. The device he turns vaaguely back on himself, but Scott's eyes aren't on Bucky. They're on some middle distance figure that he's trying to convince himself isn't there. Logically speaking, he knows, but every sense is telling him something else.]
He's - gonna be so mad - at me...[But he's breathing - if it can be called that - just like Bucky says. In, out, wheeze, wheeze.]
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[He slumps to the side, sitting as upright as he can against the wall. The device he turns vaaguely back on himself, but Scott's eyes aren't on Bucky. They're on some middle distance figure that he's trying to convince himself isn't there. Logically speaking, he knows, but every sense is telling him something else.]
He's - gonna be so mad - at me...[But he's breathing - if it can be called that - just like Bucky says. In, out, wheeze, wheeze.]