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“C’mon, just a little bit farther. You’ve got this,” Sam whispered into Bucky’s fur, petting his neck gently. He wasn’t sure if he was speaking more to Bucky or to himself. Part of him wished that he could be on his own two feet, or better yet his wings, but he was still recovering. They both were.
“Sam’s right,” Natasha whispered. “We’re almost at the border. Someone will meet you there.”
“You’re not coming with us?” Sam asked in surprise. “I thought—”
“I can’t leave everyone behind, Sam.”
A sinking weight that he’d always known was there settled more fully inside him. “Is that—”
“No,” she said firmly. “You two needed to get out. Anything more could have killed you. He trusts me. He shouldn’t, but he doesn’t know better and so he does. That’s how I was able to get you out. That’s how I’ll get the others out. It’s just a little bit farther. And then you’ll be free.”
Free. Something he hadn’t been for a long time. His wings rustled on his back. Freedom. What a concept, an impossibility until now offered. He leaned forward, resting his face against the back of Bucky’s head. He closed his eyes, just for a moment; and before he knew it, he was asleep—dreaming of a freedom he had only just begun to dare to imagine.
