semifreakingnormal: (know the water's sweet)
Scott McCall ([personal profile] semifreakingnormal) wrote2014-06-26 10:03 pm

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[The video feed is shaky when it flicks on, and over the crackle of static, there is something that sounds like wheezing. It takes a moment for words to come through, and the shakycam kicks it up a notch as Scott stumbles over - he doesn't want to know. The glow illuminates his face, fuzzing in and out.

He's sweating, his hair no longer carefully gelled up falling over his forehead. The wheezing comes from him, in time with the horrible gasping his chest is doing, like he's trying to fill his lungs and just - can't. His chest is tight, distress crackles through him.]


I can't - I can't find--

[It's been so long since he had an asthma attack that he almost doesn't get what's happening. It feels like a panic attach, like he imagines they must feel. He's seen Stiles have them so often. He gasps and drops to his knees, holding tight to the communicator, though now the only decent view is of the dirt.]

Can't find - anyone--

[He feels like he's ten again, stuck in the Beaconburger with his parents, and they're arguing again, and all he wants to do is force air down his windpipe so his dad won't get angry. Every puff of the inhaler costs money. He just doesn't want them to fight anymore, he doesn't want his dad to yell at his mom because he has asthma. It's not her fault, it's his.

Yellow and gray dots are starting to dance across his eyes, but it's okay, it'll be okay. He's not a wimp. I'll breathe, he wants to say. I'll breathe, I'll breathe, I'll breathe. But he's not ten anymore, and his dad was wrong - it's not all in his head.]


Can't breathe--
imfollowinghim: (You don't have one of those do you :|)

[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2014-06-30 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Bucky's gripping his own comm tightly, because he has no idea how long the signal's going to last, and he doesn't think he can handle having it cut now. Not until Scott's breathing okay, or Stiles or someone appears out of nowhere like a friggin' guardian angel.]

Scott, look at me. No one's gonna be mad. Anyone gives you a hard time about this, and I'm gonna knock their lights out. [Just like he's done a million times before, and he'll do it again in a heartbeat.] Just keep breathing like that. You're doing great.
imfollowinghim: (Well we're fucked.)

[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2014-07-04 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
imfollowinghim: (What do we say to the god of death?)

[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2014-07-13 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Bucky lets out a short sigh of genuine, blinding relief - it's only short because he realizes he needs to focus and keep Scott focused, too, that just because there isn't anything there doesn't mean he's out of the woods, yet.]

There's no one there, pal, you're safe. [Safer than the alternative, anyway.] You're doing really good, you're just gonna have to hold on a little longer for me, alright? Think about how much air you are getting in.