Such a blow should have resulted in broken bones, in his fingers at least, if not throughout his hand; and there was a small flash of heat near his pinky, but as quickly as it came, it was gone again, as T rushed to repair.

He didn't flinch. Didn't waver.

He pushed forward, taking the inch Bucky allowed him and tearing for a mile.

Twisting, he kicked, aiming for Bucky's side.