[ Some of the tension in him bleeds out when Will conforms his body to fit against Bucky's better. He passes flat palms down Will's spine, across his shoulders, up the back of his neck to slide through sopping wet hair. He squeezes some of the water out of it absently, shaking droplets away so that they land on the floor instead of dripping cold onto the back of his neck.
He sighs at the order, and after a beat, bluntly announces: ]
We're in goddamn space.
[ Actual, real, black, vast space. ]
Apparently the ship's AI is a twelve year old girl, and she's spinning a yarn about some kind of threat hunting life in the multiverse. I don't know. I'm not sure how much of it is true, but that's where we're at. Whether it's better or worse depends on your perspective, I guess.
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He sighs at the order, and after a beat, bluntly announces: ]
We're in goddamn space.
[ Actual, real, black, vast space. ]
Apparently the ship's AI is a twelve year old girl, and she's spinning a yarn about some kind of threat hunting life in the multiverse. I don't know. I'm not sure how much of it is true, but that's where we're at. Whether it's better or worse depends on your perspective, I guess.