I think maybe you’re chasing him in the wrong direction, Sam had said, and Steve reaches for the pull, the faintest wisp of feeling even though they’re this close, breathing the same air; it feels like it will slip from his grasp but Steve holds tight and reaches in and down, down, down.
Teen, post-Winter Soldier. The magical realism in this is an undercurrent, the connection between Steve and Bucky, and Steve needing Bucky to come back to him so bad, he bends reality to do so.