Steve thought for a second that he saw something on Bucky's face. Something that poked out from behind the mask and hinted a living soul behind it. He'd even managed to take a half step closer, bolstered by the lack of instant aggression. That put him a half a step closer into the knife's path and gave Steve even less time to divert out of its path.
The knife's path is true and Steve's shirt slashes with a burst of red behind it. He hisses at he sting but it's nothing. It will heal within minutes if he can get away. And that's the priority now: get away.
Steve jumps back, holding up his jacket like a shield to mask where his torso is.
"Please. I don't want to fight you."
They fought on the same side. Bucky and he. They were always on the same side. This was wrong in ways he couldn't begin to even appreciate.
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Steve thought for a second that he saw something on Bucky's face. Something that poked out from behind the mask and hinted a living soul behind it. He'd even managed to take a half step closer, bolstered by the lack of instant aggression. That put him a half a step closer into the knife's path and gave Steve even less time to divert out of its path.
The knife's path is true and Steve's shirt slashes with a burst of red behind it. He hisses at he sting but it's nothing. It will heal within minutes if he can get away. And that's the priority now: get away.
Steve jumps back, holding up his jacket like a shield to mask where his torso is.
"Please. I don't want to fight you."
They fought on the same side. Bucky and he. They were always on the same side. This was wrong in ways he couldn't begin to even appreciate.
"You know me. It's Steve!"