out of one prison & into another

[reconstitution]

Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28

[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.

Nothing.

Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.

Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.

The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.

Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]

..Hello?

[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]

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[touchofrogue]

[...okay. Okay. This was either not the Jim Barnes she'd spent the last few weeks getting to know (since he had explained the place to HER) or someone had done a whammy on him. Either way, Rogue figures that she owes the guy enough, both here and just - in general - to respond and try to be helpful.]

Uh - hi?

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[reconstitution]

[Honestly, the Jim Barnes she's familiar with would be a walk in the park. His eyes flick to her and away from the screen, both trying to recall if he knows her somehow and keeping vigilance on the door.

He's almost certain he doesn't know her.]

What do you want?

[He's slower to respond than his counterpart, perhaps; almost as if he's testing the waters out carefully.]

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[touchofrogue]

[The hairs on the back of Rogue's neck prickle to attention. It's the look in his eyes, the tone in his voice, the words themselves: Rogue has an excellent instinct for danger. She has to remind herself that this person is not currently able to reach her, take herself from hyper alert to just - alert.

...and because while he might not be able to reach her, she can take care of herself. She has no idea who else is on the Marsiva right now, and no idea if they can make the same claim.

Which means she'd better bring her A game. Shit. She is so not a people person.]

Honestly? [An eyebrow arch and then raw candor.] A way off this ship an' back home. [Even if 'home' was a confused concept for her right now. Her tone shifts, a bit more distance to it, but still that note of simple honesty.] You said 'hello.' I said 'hi' back. It's not 'cause I think you can give me what I want, or 'cause I want anything from you. It's 'cause it's what people do here.

[She leaves off the bit about 'all in this together' and 'just trying to help' for one, because she's terrible at those speeches, and for another - why say something she could already tell wouldn't be believed? She might not be a people person, but she's had more than enough experience with people wound tight as a spring. If she had some vague goal before of being helpful to him, it's now crystallized to doing one thing: her best to normalize the situation.]

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[reconstitution]

Home..

[A deep frown and a furrowed brow follow the word, and for a moment, it may look like she is being ignored. The Asset doesn't really get the concept of just why the word feels so foreign to him.

'Home' was technically wherever he had to report to, and yet he couldn't say with purpose that he really wanted to return there quite so soon. His handlers would be angry with the failure of his mission, so that wouldn't bode well. It never did. He feels a twinge in the right side of his head as a reminder, but shakes it off just as quickly. Showing weakness in unfamiliar territory lead to death.]

I don't have anything to give. [The response is quicker this time, but there is a little more defensiveness behind it. He raises his hands a fraction to indeed show that he's got nothing to give. Unless she wanted his arm, but that wasn't something he had the power of giving away..]

All of my weapons are gone.

[Though that definitely doesn't mean he's defenseless. A knife is still a knife, after all, no matter how plain its sheath.]

voice;

[redactions]

​​​​[ You don't always recognise your own voice when you hear it, especially not when it sounds old, rusted over the century. But. He heard this tone often, in the camps, and he's pulled towards it. It's a lost soldier. ]

​​​​[ The voice that answers him is gentle, but firm, all Brooklyn drawl. ]

Hello. You all right there, pal?

voice;

[reconstitution]

[At first the voice had startled him, echoing in the quiet. He was quick to place its location and confirm that there wasn't someone else in the room. Satisfied, he considers the words for a moment.

Was he alright? What constituted as such? It sounded like a trick question, in any case. You couldn't always trust someone's tone.]

I'm uninjured.

[Short, clipped, and not exactly a lie, physically.]

voice;

[redactions]

​​​​[ A soft, thoughtful hum. ]

When's the last time you ate?

voice;

[interspace]

[ She doesn't quite have a grasp of what's going on. That could be someone with a hangover or someone new who has no idea what's going on. It could be a lot of things. Either way, there's ways to prod for more information without going into the teasing territory right off the bat. ]

... Polo.

voice;

[reconstitution]

...Repeat?

[He's honestly not sure how to respond to that. Perhaps he'd missed something by zoning out.]

voice;

[interspace]

[ No, that's just Misha. Going so far ahead that even going two steps back isn't enough to get back on track. She huffs slightly, laughter, before she explains. ]

Polo, as in Marco Polo. Someone is out here. Hi.

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[mortalcoil]

[Coil is left looking at the screen for a long time, because the face he's seeing is familiar--the same one that belongs to the man who'd been validating and had gone out of his way to speak his language--but nothing else about him is the same. even the way he moves is wrong.

so... wherever Bucky's communicator is, there is the picture of some scarred-up adolescent kid with one eye on the screen. and he raps a finger on the receiver, so that the speakers make a sharp pop pop noise.

it's the only sound he can really make, without being able to speak.]

video;

[reconstitution]

[He'd only set the communicator down for a moment, but it was long enough apparently for someone to respond. The noise was loud enough that he immediately raised a hand to shield from it.

The metal arm invades what picture Coil would have, shining and emblazoned with the Soviet star, the plates shift to accommodate the movement.

When he looks back, he glares at the kid, unsure what to make of him.]

What?

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[mortalcoil]

[Coil is fascinated. there is that subtle urge to pick at something so interesting... and he finds himself surprised at it. he hadn't felt this way at all around "Jim."

and since the other man with this face--they were different men, weren't they?--had understood him when he signed, he tries it again in this case.

he brings up his hands so the camera can see, and forms the words-- 'what is wrong?']

voice

[curiositykilledthecats]

[To be honest, Miah is mostly just trying to get used to the communicators, but when she spots the video of the disoriented man, she does have to step in to help.]

Hello.

[... Though she replied, she honestly has no idea what to say. This guy probably has questions, so she'll let him ask before she says anything else.]

voice

[reconstitution]

..Another voice.

[A small part of him is relieved, but at the same time, having anything resembling a conversation makes him uncomfortable.]

voice

[curiositykilledthecats]

Yes.

I am Miah. You?

Video

[save_the_souls]

[ Allen only knew Jim Barnes a little. They worked together on a job not long ago, and went out for drinks after. So there's a strange feeling of familiarity, but it doesn't really click fully who this other man is right away. Not when he's so very different from the other man.]

[Still, there's concern about this video.]

Are you alright?

Video

[reconstitution]

[He squints at the video, his expression still one of extreme distaste by no fault of Allen's. This entire situation has put him quite on edge.]

I'm not injured.

Video

[save_the_souls]

[ Yeah, he can't blame the guy for being on edge. What with the whole being kidnapped thing and all ]

That's something, at least.

Has anyone explained to you what is going on?

[Text]

[tothefly]

[What little she can see from this new comm post isn't reassuring. A silhouette she knows. A face she remembers, that she wouldn't have forgotten even without having seen it under different circumstances several times a week for months now. She'd almost gotten used to that one, almost. Now this. Зимний Солдат.]

[She doesn't turn on the video. Doesn't need to do that. Just sends a text message, his communicator beeping softly to alert him.]

Report, soldier.

[Text]

[reconstitution]

[He's grateful for the small alert noise; it doesn't cut through the silence like the other ones do, sending him on edge.

He stares at the words for a moment, heart jumping into his throat for the briefest moment before his fingers fly over the keys.]

Uninjured. No contact with base. Awaiting orders.

[tothefly]

[She knows how to press the right buttons to get the answers she needs. She doesn't think twice, just does it. He'd helped teach her how, after all. The response, when she sends it, is quick. Terse.]

State current mission objective.

Video; So sorry for being late to this!

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[The voice and face on the communicator... it didn't make sense. It seemed an impossibility. She'd met Sgt. Barnes already. She'd spoken to him, even read his mind. She knew this man could not be the same person, but... his face... it was too similar. Too uncanny to be a coincidence. She had to know.]

Who are you?

video; quite alright, darling!

[reconstitution]

[By now, the number of people that have been in contact with him is overwhelming and he's not sure what to make of it anymore. Perhaps it's the newness factor.. He does stick out like a rather sore thumb.]

Winter.

[People seemed to accept that a lot easier than 'Asset' or 'Winter Soldier', anyway.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

Winter?

[Was that really a name? Perhaps a call sign-

And that's when Wanda puts it together. She knows from reading Sgt. Barne's mind back on the Nunilis ship... The Winter Solider. The name of a ghost. An assassin. This was dangerous, talking to this man. Her mind was riddled with too many questions, too much confusion.]

Winter... where are you from?