In his dream, Bucky could feel the belt tightening as they strapped him to the table again, so he fought against it, shoving at the strap as he pushed away. It wasn't until he felt the real smack if his head against the headboard that his eyes snapped open, full of fear for a second.
Then he realized it was Steve's arm he had been pushing away, and he hit his head because he had been pulling away from Steve.
"Fuck," he groaned, reaching a hand up to run it down his face as he sat up. He was still breathing hard and his heart was pounding. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Steve."
It wasn't his worst reaction when waking up, but it definitely wasn't his best, either.
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Date: 2026-01-04 12:11 am (UTC)Then he realized it was Steve's arm he had been pushing away, and he hit his head because he had been pulling away from Steve.
"Fuck," he groaned, reaching a hand up to run it down his face as he sat up. He was still breathing hard and his heart was pounding. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Steve."
It wasn't his worst reaction when waking up, but it definitely wasn't his best, either.