[Times like these, you can't hesitate. Hesitation is the difference between getting out and getting blown to bits, and he has to get Scott out of here, has to get everyone in his squad out, because he's responsible for them and this is what he fucking signed up for, isn't it? what the hell had he been thinking-
Bucky swallows, ignores the hum of incoming fighters - they sound like Spitfires, but that's usually a mixed blessing, thanks assholes - and focuses back on the radio, on Scott, knowing that if he tells him to run, he could be killing him, but if he tells him to stay here and keep breathing, there's nothing there, he could be killing him, too.
Thank God Steve's away from all of this, the fucking idiot, because listening to Scott struggling to breathe is ripping into him, and he can't even begin to imagine what it'd be like if Steve was on the other end of this staticky, piece of shit radio, sitting in some muddy foxhole having an asthma attack-
In a cave. Scott's sitting in a cave, they're not in Italy. This place is messing with him.
He shakes his head, tries to suppress a shudder, and forces his voice to stay steady. It's that groove he'd been able to find that helped get people to focus on him, on orders, instead of panic, and he has to blink again to make sure he's still seeing the cave and not some half flooded hole in the ground in Anzio.]
Scott, I need you to turn the comm again so I can see what it is. [Maybe it's help. Maybe someone found him. Please.] If it's something that's gonna come after you, you're gonna need to find somewhere to hide.
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Bucky swallows, ignores the hum of incoming fighters - they sound like Spitfires, but that's usually a mixed blessing, thanks assholes - and focuses back on the radio, on Scott, knowing that if he tells him to run, he could be killing him, but if he tells him to stay here and keep breathing, there's nothing there, he could be killing him, too.
Thank God Steve's away from all of this, the fucking idiot, because listening to Scott struggling to breathe is ripping into him, and he can't even begin to imagine what it'd be like if Steve was on the other end of this staticky, piece of shit radio, sitting in some muddy foxhole having an asthma attack-
In a cave. Scott's sitting in a cave, they're not in Italy. This place is messing with him.
He shakes his head, tries to suppress a shudder, and forces his voice to stay steady. It's that groove he'd been able to find that helped get people to focus on him, on orders, instead of panic, and he has to blink again to make sure he's still seeing the cave and not some half flooded hole in the ground in Anzio.]
Scott, I need you to turn the comm again so I can see what it is. [Maybe it's help. Maybe someone found him. Please.] If it's something that's gonna come after you, you're gonna need to find somewhere to hide.