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[Spam for Steve]

[Bucky is exhausted. He hadn't slept much in port, he's filthy and sore even if he's not actually hurt beyond a few scrapes and bruises, and so after clicking on his comm long enough to make sure Helena and Morgana made it back, too, it's almost hard to force himself up and out of his room.

Almost, but at the same time, it isn't at all, because he's spent the last ninety six hours or so worrying about Steve and trying not to, and the last seventy two or so hours actively looking for him without anything close to success, and he just feels like he's been run over by a tank. Nearing the end, he'd heard Zola's voice so clearly, it's like he'd been standing right there, and he still feels tense and on edge and miserable. He's never found it easy to just sit around when grappling with this, and God knows he really wishes he never had to think about this again.

So he doesn't even bother to change out of his Commandos uniform or ditch his weapons before he's out in the hallway looking for Steve, heading for his friend's room. He's slower on the stairs than he should be, but his eyes are alert and he doesn't look as bad off as he could be, so it's probably best to focus on that.]

[Private to Helena and Morgana]

You alright?

["Are you back on the ship?" is what he really means, and he sounds just as worn out and hollow as he had in the last couple hours before they'd come back, but at least some of the wariness is gone. The threat of being attacked is marginally slimmer here.]

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[This comes later - maybe a day or so after port ended - because he'd needed to sleep and eat something that wasn't D-rations or Power Bars, so he sounds a little less flat and worn out.]

How'd everyone make out?

[Private to Scott]

[Scott deserves a second message though]

Kid, you'd better be packing an inhaler next time we head out for something like that. [Read: you scared the hell out of me.]

[ooc: If you think your character should be on the friends filter, they are!]

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[It has been a weird - long - couple of days. Steve didn't get a lot of sleep, although he'd needed some, which had been strange in the first place. Usually he can go more than a couple of days awake, if he really needs to, but something was affecting him down there - the same thing, he suspects, that made his shield that much heavier to carry and his senses that much more dull. Don't get him wrong - it sure as hell beat what he grew up with, but given that he's only known the two extremes, it took a little adapting. Thankfully, he's an adaptably guy.

The claustrophobia, though, that was new. By the time this was all about over, it was getting to the point where it had been hard to ignore. He'd been stalwartly ignoring it, pretending he didn't wish he was a foot shorter all over again, but it had been very distracting. And not all that productive. It reminded him too much of being trapped in a cockpit with nowhere else to go but under the freezing water that was rising far too fast.

It's a little easier to shake that all off, when he blinks and realizes he's in - no, not his apartment. But his cabin. On the Barge. He's still dirty, sweaty, tired, but he's on his feet, tossing his helmet onto the bed (the shield can stay on his back, it's comforting) and taking to the halls, heading in the direction of Bucky's cabin. They'd talked, as much as they could, but he hadn't ever found him. He didn't know what kind of shape Bucky was in.

When he comes up on Bucky, just at the top of the stairs, he doesn't realize he's moving a lot faster than he'd meant. He pulls up short, just barely avoiding a collision, and that's probably only thanks to the reflexes that are now back.] Bucky - [Thank God you look like you're one piece.]

[Yeah, it would really suck to need Morgana to reattach his arm again. One time is more than enough, thanks.

Bucky's reflexes still feel a little dulled, but he's betting that's thanks to lack of sleep and the miserable tide of emotion he's been bobbing up and down in, because it's hard to be on top of your game when you're still trying to shake off the memories of being strapped to a table and everything else that had come along with it. He still manages to jerk back though, and a slow, relieved smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.

It's so much easier to push all of that away now that he's got visual confirmation that Steve's okay. Steve got him out then, and he's okay now - the rest of that's all behind them.]

Slow down, punk, you're gonna run someone over. [His voice is a little strained - he's not quite hitting the right notes to sound properly obnoxious and teasing and affectionate all at once - but it's not really anything different from how he'd sounded after a bad firefight. Similarly, he looks worn out and definitely could probably use a shower, a hot meal and somewhere to crash for a few hours, but not in danger of collapsing or obviously seriously injured.

But once that jab is out of the way, his expression slides into one of concern pretty rapidly while he gives Steve a visual once over.]

You okay?

[If an onlooker didn't know they were best friends - brothers - for a second, it might look like they were going to spring into a fight, from the way they're sizing each other up. But Steve's face breaks into a relieved smile, even if the tone of Bucky's voice is a little off - yeah, that's understandable, because the last week, pretty simply, sucked. He lets out a relieved breath, relaxing a little now that he's not actually in danger of flattening Bucky on the deck.] Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. You?

[He's still eyeing Bucky, but even after the first visual pass, he's still there, still okay. Good. Really good. Steve felt like it wasn't just him in danger of being crushed under there - it was everyone. Starting with the one person that mattered most.]

That was a hell of a week.

[Understatement of the century.]

Edited 2014-06-28 02:01 (UTC)

[Yes, and no. It had been bad, yeah, but Bucky's had so many bad weeks that this actually had felt kind of normal.

Of course, he's having a tough time immediately bouncing back, so maybe it's not really fair to say that it wasn't that bad.

He still shrugs, though.]

I've had worse ones. [The Salerno landings, getting kidnapped by HYDRA, being tortured by Zola, that one time Steve was really, really sick and Bucky had been pretty sure he was going to lose him for real this time. The Vanquish, even if that's still a blurry memory he's not overly interested in making sharper.]

I mean, I've had a hell of a lot better ones, too.

[The smile's back again, trying to smooth it over and prove that yeah, he's okay. It sucked, it really, really sucked, but he's okay. He gives an open handed nudge to Steve's shoulder, which is lacking in force and totally playful, if tired.]

I'm alright. Better that I know you weren't laid up in the infirmary because your lungs decided to try to kill you. Again.

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