"Your facility?" Bucky's voice crackled with barely checked anger. This wasn't anyone's facility but the people of District 8, or at least that's how it should have been, the fact it wasn't was the problem here.
But he didn't have any fight to back up his words, not with his gun empty and his sword just as useless when his back screamed and protested every movement. He glared at Wesker but put his sword away and struggled to his feet. A sound of pain escaped him despite his best efforts but he tried not to let any more weakness show. At least not to Wesker.
His hand found Sam's arm and held tighter than he would have normally, partially for balance and partially to try and draw Sam's attention to his words.
"Don't. Let's go." Sam saving him was bad enough, but actively fighting someone else on the Capitol's side...it would either end in his death at Wesker's hands or the Capitols and Bucky couldn't encourage that.
His eyes caught a hazy glance at Sam's back and how there was no pack on it and something cold and vile slipped around in his head. Something was wrong-- he couldn't, not here, they had to get away first then he could look, could ask, could face what was in front of him but he didn't want to see.
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But he didn't have any fight to back up his words, not with his gun empty and his sword just as useless when his back screamed and protested every movement. He glared at Wesker but put his sword away and struggled to his feet. A sound of pain escaped him despite his best efforts but he tried not to let any more weakness show. At least not to Wesker.
His hand found Sam's arm and held tighter than he would have normally, partially for balance and partially to try and draw Sam's attention to his words.
"Don't. Let's go." Sam saving him was bad enough, but actively fighting someone else on the Capitol's side...it would either end in his death at Wesker's hands or the Capitols and Bucky couldn't encourage that.
His eyes caught a hazy glance at Sam's back and how there was no pack on it and something cold and vile slipped around in his head. Something was wrong-- he couldn't, not here, they had to get away first then he could look, could ask, could face what was in front of him but he didn't want to see.
"Sam."