Я - аристократка! У меня даже тараканы в голове породистые!
Все выходные протаптываю круговую дорожку по потолку и пытаюсь не орать слишком сильно, чтобы не пугать соседей.
Словом, despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by
praximeter (Zimario).
Как бы так рассказать вкратце, чтобы не проспойлерить.
Маска не упала и ее не сняли, потому что на этот случай Гидрой была предусмотрена защита. 
То есть Стив не знает, что Зимний солдат - это Баки 
Общается с ним, насколько это возможно, заботиться, насколько это возможно и не знает. Все 15 глав. 
Когда маску попытались просверлить, все пошло плохо. Зимний солдат под присмотром медиков, Стив с Тони и Сэмом смотрят видеозапись и Стив, глядя со стороны, заново вспоминает все, что случилось.
Дальше большая цитата, почти самый конец последнее на сегодня, 15-ой, главы.
"Steve watched, as the shake and shudder of his own shoulders began to slow, his breathing settling in time with the Soldier’s hand, and the suction starting to work, and the trust in the Soldier’s eyes, still edged with fear but there, as he did his inexplicable best to calm Steve, and the moment where Steve thought, just for a second, that okay, the worst had passed, and the Soldier’s fingers, firmly pressing into Steve’s shoulder, and—
“—we thought maybe something was going on with his hand,” said Sam, very far away—
—first the thumb, digging into the hollow of his collarbone, pushing hard, three times, and then the metal index finger, curved over the muscle, two quick taps, the thumb again, twice, and then the index three more times—
“Steve?”
Steve’s own hand fitted carefully into the bruises left behind by the Soldier, and he followed along, this time five jabs with the thumb—a deliberate pause, and five more—it was something, it was just out of reach, it was—
The world stretched away from him, incomprehensibly distant. Somewhere in his brain, in the space of a heartbeat: a clockmaker finding the tiny gear he’d forgotten was even missing at all, and placing it gently atop the careful collection of he responds when you’re in the room and this is his word for Steve and please stay with me—and on the exhale, at last, the delicate device clicking into motion, and it all
fell
into
place.
“Morse,” gasped Steve, vertigo swamping his senses, he’d stood up somehow, he couldn’t breathe, “It’s Morse, it’s—it’s—
A hot hysterical flood of blind, unreasoning panic swept and thundered through his body. He couldn’t breathe. It was Morse, it was Morse and it was —
3 - 2 - 5 - 5 - 7 - 0 - 3 - 8"
(c) archiveofourown.org/works/12823671/chapters/312...
План действий -срочно найти автора и приковать его к компьютеру дождаться продолжения и внимательно перечитать все вместе, смакуя каждое слов.
Считайте это горячей рекомендацией.
Словом, despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by
praximeter (Zimario).
Как бы так рассказать вкратце, чтобы не проспойлерить.
Маска не упала и ее не сняли, потому что на этот случай Гидрой была предусмотрена защита. То есть Стив не знает, что Зимний солдат - это Баки Общается с ним, насколько это возможно, заботиться, насколько это возможно и не знает. Все 15 глав. Когда маску попытались просверлить, все пошло плохо. Зимний солдат под присмотром медиков, Стив с Тони и Сэмом смотрят видеозапись и Стив, глядя со стороны, заново вспоминает все, что случилось.
Дальше большая цитата, почти самый конец последнее на сегодня, 15-ой, главы.
"Steve watched, as the shake and shudder of his own shoulders began to slow, his breathing settling in time with the Soldier’s hand, and the suction starting to work, and the trust in the Soldier’s eyes, still edged with fear but there, as he did his inexplicable best to calm Steve, and the moment where Steve thought, just for a second, that okay, the worst had passed, and the Soldier’s fingers, firmly pressing into Steve’s shoulder, and—
“—we thought maybe something was going on with his hand,” said Sam, very far away—
—first the thumb, digging into the hollow of his collarbone, pushing hard, three times, and then the metal index finger, curved over the muscle, two quick taps, the thumb again, twice, and then the index three more times—
“Steve?”
Steve’s own hand fitted carefully into the bruises left behind by the Soldier, and he followed along, this time five jabs with the thumb—a deliberate pause, and five more—it was something, it was just out of reach, it was—
The world stretched away from him, incomprehensibly distant. Somewhere in his brain, in the space of a heartbeat: a clockmaker finding the tiny gear he’d forgotten was even missing at all, and placing it gently atop the careful collection of he responds when you’re in the room and this is his word for Steve and please stay with me—and on the exhale, at last, the delicate device clicking into motion, and it all
fell
into
place.
“Morse,” gasped Steve, vertigo swamping his senses, he’d stood up somehow, he couldn’t breathe, “It’s Morse, it’s—it’s—
A hot hysterical flood of blind, unreasoning panic swept and thundered through his body. He couldn’t breathe. It was Morse, it was Morse and it was —
3 - 2 - 5 - 5 - 7 - 0 - 3 - 8"
(c) archiveofourown.org/works/12823671/chapters/312...
План действий -
Считайте это горячей рекомендацией.