He remembers well the last time he fell like this, the slow-motion effect turning each second into ten and amplifying the pain of every hit that his limbs take on the jutting rocks that had helped him get up the cliff, to begin with. But it isn’t until he hears the sickening crunch of his spin snapping across the sharpened edge of a giant formation that his body instantly goes into survival mode and pulls him into a state of unconsciousness.
Over the next several hours, he wakes periodically but quickly becomes overwhelmed by the intense white-hot pain radiating throughout his back and legs before going under again. The next time he wakes, Bucky semi-coherently remembers the day would eventually reset and it's a small relief knowing that the pain would soon be over. So, he bides his time, working through the shock and pain before it all becomes too much again.
But the day does not reset and there is no earthquake to mark that it has.
When Bucky wakes again, the sun is shining and he can hear voices, warped and distorted. He can’t hear who it is or what exactly they are saying and without being able to move or holler loud enough to even be heard, there’s nothing that gives away his location.
However, to a keen eye, several yards off the large formation of rocks where he’s laying, one will be able to notice a familiar, albeit damaged black and gold cybernetic arm. And as the voices get closer, Bucky musters up every bit of strength he has and lifts his right arm up, hoping it will be enough to draw the attention of whoever is nearby.
day 59; closed to daisy and neal
He remembers well the last time he fell like this, the slow-motion effect turning each second into ten and amplifying the pain of every hit that his limbs take on the jutting rocks that had helped him get up the cliff, to begin with. But it isn’t until he hears the sickening crunch of his spin snapping across the sharpened edge of a giant formation that his body instantly goes into survival mode and pulls him into a state of unconsciousness.
Over the next several hours, he wakes periodically but quickly becomes overwhelmed by the intense white-hot pain radiating throughout his back and legs before going under again. The next time he wakes, Bucky semi-coherently remembers the day would eventually reset and it's a small relief knowing that the pain would soon be over. So, he bides his time, working through the shock and pain before it all becomes too much again.
But the day does not reset and there is no earthquake to mark that it has.
When Bucky wakes again, the sun is shining and he can hear voices, warped and distorted. He can’t hear who it is or what exactly they are saying and without being able to move or holler loud enough to even be heard, there’s nothing that gives away his location.
However, to a keen eye, several yards off the large formation of rocks where he’s laying, one will be able to notice a familiar, albeit damaged black and gold cybernetic arm. And as the voices get closer, Bucky musters up every bit of strength he has and lifts his right arm up, hoping it will be enough to draw the attention of whoever is nearby.