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Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, not wanting to approach his partner in fear of whatever the fuck that was happening again. He had too though. Bucky was out cold, and if he awoke with the same feral mentality, how could he ever make it home by himself? Sam couldn't abandon his partner, not after everything. He had to make sure Bucky got home safe, that they turn Bucky back on and turn off whatever this...animal was. It had to be fixable. He had to get Bucky back.
Sam searched his pockets for anything of use to restrain Bucky, while radioing Torres.
“Torres, come in.” Sam sniffed, spitting again as he found handcuffs that would have to be adequate for now.
“Cap? What's wrong? Why do you sound sick?”
He snapped the metal around Bucky’s wrists, behind his back before moving on to tie his feet.
“Bucky’s compromised. I need-”
“What!?”
“There was some type of gas, he saved me, and I found him, but he must’ve inhaled a fuck ton because he…attacked me.” Close enough, although Sam was essentially unscathed. Would it be duress if he was emotionally but not physically scarred?
Or, Bucky get's exposed to a long lasting 'love' potion. Feelings become harder to hide.