( he's decided that he hates this place. he really fucking hates this place and he thinks he would rather be anywhere else. even if this would make a story to tell sam when he got out of here, he'd almost rather not have it happen.

he's still got his knife in hand, covered in various creature's blood, and he uses that when he jumps onto the skeleton heads, driving into bone to try and keep himself steady. it's not easy, not with the bony hands coming up to grab at his ankles to try and throw him off.

he uses the heel of his boot to kick them of and eventually jumps away just before one grabs his ankle to try and drag him down to his death.

not yet. he's not gonna do that yet.

once he's away from that, he skitters to a stop in front of the wall of flames, eyes wide. there are so, so many people he could see her but when he finds himself looking at steve's face, he staggers backwards and falls down, still trying to crawl away.

this can't be real, he knows it's not real, there's no way and yet he can see his friend there, moving around, calling out for him and bucky's paralyzed to do anything but try and get away. )