[ But he's gone. Steve should move. He's still on his back in the dirt, elbows propping him up, a small trail of blood welling against his cheek and dribbling down to his jaw at irregular intervals.
Wha-bam, wha-bam. The trembles in the gate pause as something gets their attention.
Now the crack of Bucky's gun.]
They were people. They--
[ Acid in his throat. He rolls onto his hands and knees, makes it to his feet, and staggers a few steps to brace himself against the wall as he pukes. Not much comes up. He heaves again, and this time there's nothing.
Shame comes with the next heave, but whatever his body wants to do, there's nothing in his stomach to reject.
Breathe. Cough.
He snatches his hands away from the wall with the memory of what's on the other side.]
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[ But he's gone. Steve should move. He's still on his back in the dirt, elbows propping him up, a small trail of blood welling against his cheek and dribbling down to his jaw at irregular intervals.
Wha-bam, wha-bam. The trembles in the gate pause as something gets their
attention.
Now the crack of Bucky's gun.]
They were people. They--
[ Acid in his throat. He rolls onto his hands and knees, makes it to his feet, and staggers a few steps to brace himself against the wall as he pukes. Not much comes up. He heaves again, and this time there's nothing.
Shame comes with the next heave, but whatever his body wants to do, there's nothing in his stomach to reject.
Breathe. Cough.
He snatches his hands away from the wall with the memory of what's on the other side.]