[ he will take time to redress you later, bucky, once they've gone through this whole wobbling through a spaceship thing. jack hasn't felt this weak in a long time, as if he's fighting a flu without any of the fever, but all of the weakness and nausea. bucky doesn't seem to be much better, and while jack's hardly much of a help, he does try to take his own weight as much as he can.
every now and again, during the walk, he tries to access his power, and still, nothing at all. sure would be nice to be able to move his useless, noodle legs with his mind, at least, while he's like this. the fact bucky's a bit more stable is hope that they won't be like this forever.
all thought of that evaporates when they near the airlock, jack's attention first on the little droid, squinting at it. he isn't from a world with tony stark, that has things like robots regularly placed around, so it's still bizarre to see. it isn't until it starts to sink in what exactly he's looking at, though, that his eyes narrow in more on the window.
half hobbling, half falling forward, jack plasters himself against the airlock door, looking out into the blackness beyond the outer door's opening. space. fucking space. unmistakably space, and oh my fucking god, that can't be real, can it? ]
Holy shit. [ he breathes, disbelieving, ] Holy shit, that's not— We aren't—
[ but it is, and we are, and he looks over to bucky, expression partly in wonder, but mostly in apprehension. ] How do we get home?
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every now and again, during the walk, he tries to access his power, and still, nothing at all. sure would be nice to be able to move his useless, noodle legs with his mind, at least, while he's like this. the fact bucky's a bit more stable is hope that they won't be like this forever.
all thought of that evaporates when they near the airlock, jack's attention first on the little droid, squinting at it. he isn't from a world with tony stark, that has things like robots regularly placed around, so it's still bizarre to see. it isn't until it starts to sink in what exactly he's looking at, though, that his eyes narrow in more on the window.
half hobbling, half falling forward, jack plasters himself against the airlock door, looking out into the blackness beyond the outer door's opening. space. fucking space. unmistakably space, and oh my fucking god, that can't be real, can it? ]
Holy shit. [ he breathes, disbelieving, ] Holy shit, that's not— We aren't—
[ but it is, and we are, and he looks over to bucky, expression partly in wonder, but mostly in apprehension. ] How do we get home?