Re: Steve and Bucky
Without knowing anything about Steve, he had to trust his former self's judgment in place of his own, trust that this was somebody safe and reliable, somebody allowed to witness his lowest and most vulnerable moments and provide the comfort he'd been lacking and denying that he even needed. Without looking up from the wet patch forming on the front of Steve's shirt, he pressed the tips of his fingers to the boy's mouth.
"Shh," he made his request simple but clear, too overwhelmed to continue talking but unwilling to move from their position. Not when it was the most secure he felt in the pathetically short span of time that made up his memory.
His uneven breaths trembled through his body, unable to hide how terrified he felt. James didn't want to think about it, not now when the castle was under threat.