"Less than a month," James told him, drawing a deep breath and using Len's grip to steady himself. He scrambled back up to his feet, looking down at Barnes with grim resignation in his eyes.
"It's his feet," he realized. "They're going to get infected or something, and he won't be able to go on the mission because he'll still be benched."
"What mission?" Bucky demanded, growing more and more frustrated with the cryptic statements. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Ignoring him, James turned to Len, despair showing beneath the resignation. "You still don't get it, do you. If he doesn't go, I die. I'm fucking ninety-eight years old, Len. Even assuming he survives this war, even if he lives a long life, and that's a huge fucking if... I'm gone."
They already knew that while most changes they made to their earlier lives wouldn't affect them while they remained outside of time - thereby avoiding the issue of a possible paradox - changes that killed them would result in their death as well.
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Date: 2016-07-04 08:44 pm (UTC)"It's his feet," he realized. "They're going to get infected or something, and he won't be able to go on the mission because he'll still be benched."
"What mission?" Bucky demanded, growing more and more frustrated with the cryptic statements. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Ignoring him, James turned to Len, despair showing beneath the resignation. "You still don't get it, do you. If he doesn't go, I die. I'm fucking ninety-eight years old, Len. Even assuming he survives this war, even if he lives a long life, and that's a huge fucking if... I'm gone."
They already knew that while most changes they made to their earlier lives wouldn't affect them while they remained outside of time - thereby avoiding the issue of a possible paradox - changes that killed them would result in their death as well.