[The demand- because he's long since learned that even a suggestion from the real Ash should be viewed as a command -is enough to stop him short. Has his jaw snapping shut as he stares back at the man. This all feels familiar in a way that he can't ignore. Is enough to stab a jolt of longing clear through his chest. And despite having spent seventy years as an emotionless husk, keeping those feelings off his face is an impossibility now.
Especially once the man- No, Ash. Once Ash takes ahold of his face like that. Once he reclaims that same ownership that's held from the first moment they met. It's enough to have Bucky break where he stands. Enough to let him give in to the moment, whether it's real or not. His anger is gone, his composure lost. All that's left now is the broken pieces of the man he used to be, ready and waiting for Ash to put him back together again as only he can.]
Don't leave me.
[The words are whispered, barely making it past the lump in his throat. The urge is there to drop to his knees. To reclaim his place at Ash's feet and beg for forgiveness for doubting him. But it's the order that keeps him from following through on that. That keeps him on his feet. And instead, he leans in to Ash's hold. Closes the last of that distance so he can finally offer up the kiss that was demanded from him. One he sinks in to without any hint of a fight.
Whether this is real or not, he needs Ash. Wants to remember what it's like to feel whole again. And with Ash here, maybe he has a chance. Just as long as he stops fighting it.]
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Especially once the man- No, Ash. Once Ash takes ahold of his face like that. Once he reclaims that same ownership that's held from the first moment they met. It's enough to have Bucky break where he stands. Enough to let him give in to the moment, whether it's real or not. His anger is gone, his composure lost. All that's left now is the broken pieces of the man he used to be, ready and waiting for Ash to put him back together again as only he can.]
Don't leave me.
[The words are whispered, barely making it past the lump in his throat. The urge is there to drop to his knees. To reclaim his place at Ash's feet and beg for forgiveness for doubting him. But it's the order that keeps him from following through on that. That keeps him on his feet. And instead, he leans in to Ash's hold. Closes the last of that distance so he can finally offer up the kiss that was demanded from him. One he sinks in to without any hint of a fight.
Whether this is real or not, he needs Ash. Wants to remember what it's like to feel whole again. And with Ash here, maybe he has a chance. Just as long as he stops fighting it.]