06-18-2016, 02:07 PM
Steve squeezes Bucky's hand, the one he was holding in his own while the other one, the metal one, scraped against the concrete floor as the contraction builds, reaching its peak before slowly dissipating. Steve wasn't sure really what he should do, he couldn't run his hand along Bucky's back to help ease the pain because of the whip marks, he didn't want to hurt him worse.
He can hear the door being unlocked, his head snapping up to reveal another scientist. "Couldn't you at least bring him something to lay on other than the damn floor? And maybe a bottle or two of water?"
He can hear the door being unlocked, his head snapping up to reveal another scientist. "Couldn't you at least bring him something to lay on other than the damn floor? And maybe a bottle or two of water?"