[ The extra support helps with his equilibrium more than he'd like to admit. Bucky's grip feels real enough, the lilt in his tone familiar in a way that's steadier than his own footing. The sand under his feet shifts but it doesn't seem like the ground's in danger of dropping out underneath him. His gaze falls on his friend's features, studying them. ]
About an hour by mine. [ He'd just finished up speaking to T'Challa as far as he can remember. His hand falls away from Bucky's arm, gaze shifting over his friend's shoulder to scan the alien horizon, a deep frown setting in. ] Any idea where here is?
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About an hour by mine. [ He'd just finished up speaking to T'Challa as far as he can remember. His hand falls away from Bucky's arm, gaze shifting over his friend's shoulder to scan the alien horizon, a deep frown setting in. ] Any idea where here is?