Bullets and tranquilizers whizzed by. Tony felt one graze his arm. He heard the occasional dart make contact with his bond and he
They were outside and a good distance away. Tony still couldn't move. He couldn't chastise Bucky for being an idiot. He couldn't give a sigh of relief when they were outside. Instead, all he could do was keep his breathing at a normal rate, or at least a relatively normal one. His face was more or less buried in the crook of Bucky's neck and all he could reallly do was listen to everything happening around him. He was useless. and it was an awful feeling.
But eventually they were out. The cool night air hit his skin and the scent of something (flowers?) filled his nostrils. where were they? He still had no idea. But maybe they'd have a chance at getting out of here alive. Maybe the drugs would wear off and then they'd make their way back home. This was already starting to look like the ending to a bad action flick. Maybe they'd find a happy ending.
Or maybe Bucky would collapse to the ground in a field of flowers. Tony could feel stems break under their weight. He tried shifting again. Maybe he could carry himself and save his bond, but no. He still couldn't move aside from a random twitch or subtle jerk. Whatever they had injected him with was slowly wearing off, but the keyword there was slow. He wasn't going to move anytime soon. At least not in a way that was helpful.
He wanted to know what was Bucky was doing. He could hear the uprooting of flowers. He could feel them against his skin as they were thrown on. Was he coveri-No. No, no, no. He wasn't going to do this. If Bucky lead them away he would be captured, or worse. He needed to take a minute. He needed help.
Tony put all of his effort into moving, making a sound, something. He hoped that his worry transferred through their bond, that somehow, Bucky knew his thoughts. There were lips against his for a brief moment and Tony let out a soft sound. Be careful.
And then he was gone. Off into the woods, leaving Tony alone and buried in flowers. He couldn't see anything but the night sky ahead. He couldn't hear anything aside from the distant sound of steps and gunfire.
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They were outside and a good distance away. Tony still couldn't move. He couldn't chastise Bucky for being an idiot. He couldn't give a sigh of relief when they were outside. Instead, all he could do was keep his breathing at a normal rate, or at least a relatively normal one. His face was more or less buried in the crook of Bucky's neck and all he could reallly do was listen to everything happening around him. He was useless. and it was an awful feeling.
But eventually they were out. The cool night air hit his skin and the scent of something (flowers?) filled his nostrils. where were they? He still had no idea. But maybe they'd have a chance at getting out of here alive. Maybe the drugs would wear off and then they'd make their way back home. This was already starting to look like the ending to a bad action flick. Maybe they'd find a happy ending.
Or maybe Bucky would collapse to the ground in a field of flowers. Tony could feel stems break under their weight. He tried shifting again. Maybe he could carry himself and save his bond, but no. He still couldn't move aside from a random twitch or subtle jerk. Whatever they had injected him with was slowly wearing off, but the keyword there was slow. He wasn't going to move anytime soon. At least not in a way that was helpful.
He wanted to know what was Bucky was doing. He could hear the uprooting of flowers. He could feel them against his skin as they were thrown on. Was he coveri-No. No, no, no. He wasn't going to do this. If Bucky lead them away he would be captured, or worse. He needed to take a minute. He needed help.
Tony put all of his effort into moving, making a sound, something. He hoped that his worry transferred through their bond, that somehow, Bucky knew his thoughts. There were lips against his for a brief moment and Tony let out a soft sound. Be careful.
And then he was gone. Off into the woods, leaving Tony alone and buried in flowers. He couldn't see anything but the night sky ahead. He couldn't hear anything aside from the distant sound of steps and gunfire.