driftfleet | out of one prison & into another

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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[His own expression crumples into one of confusion and of guilt. For some reason, he wants to open his mouth and apologize, but he was simply fulfilling his duty. As was his intended use.

No missions meant idle time, and idle time meant being back in the cryotube. While it may be different in this place, he doesn't have vast knowledge of all of his surroundings. He's running blind.

No Insight here.. So it would be waiting for him when he got back.. whenever that was. Waiting seemed to be something of a necessity, but it still filled him with anticipation; like a tightly drawn bowstring.]

..I understand.

[Thankfully Jim doesn't seem too mad, though he is upset. Perhaps a reprimand won't be too swift, and he offers a single nod in compliance.

He's not Pierce or Rumlow..but another handler. Nothing he's not used to.]

[ Roughly, ] Good.

[ He rubs his nose and leans back in the chair. Has to remind himself to breathe. It's not this man's fault. It's — the anger has nowhere to go. ]

What do you usually do, while waiting? Play cards? Smoke?

[He watches Jim almost warily like he'll strike out at the screen. Not that would physically harm him, but there's enough emotion there that it could.

His brow furrowed again at the question, looking to Jim for help. He's not sure how to answer that question.

What did people do? Whatever it was, he could imitate it if it would make him satisfied.]

Is that what you do here?

[ His attention snaps up at that -- does the Soldier expect he'll be attacked? For what? Bucky shifts his body seamlessly and deliberately into something neutral, giving the question the thought it deserves. ]

We do a lot of things here. There's plenty of objectives to complete. You strike me as a poker kinda guy, but I better not teach you. I'm shit at poker. [ gesturing to his face, he smiles, warmly ] I telegraph everything.

..Oh.

[It sounded easy enough, especially if there was any sort of strategy incorporated into it. He learned things rapidly, so it wasn't unreasonable. Especially if Jim was offering to show him..]

I could do that.

[ He can't help himself; he grins boyishly. ]

Okay, I promise to teach you, and you promise not to rob me blind.

..Why would I rob you?

[That frown is back again, though it never leaves for long.]

[ Gently, ] It's a joke.

[ Laughter seems to be far from the worst thing this Bucky's been deprived of, but still it turns him sombre again. ]

Hey, can I ask one more question? [ he doesn't pause for an affirmative answer, he'll get one anyway. ] What did they say they'd do if you failed?

[He mulls over exactly how to present his answer, anticipating that it will not be well-received. He watches the plates in his hand shift as he clenches it before glancing back at Jim.]

..Just cryostasis if He's feeling merciful.. Correcting the malfunction that caused the failure. Find another interested party.

..I don't know for sure. Sorry.

[ Gentle, firm, ]

Don't be sorry. I asked you a question. You gave me an honest answer. I don't like it, that's my problem to deal with. It's not on you. Understood?

[ Correcting the malfunction. What the fuck. ]

[A nod in response.]

..Understood.

[He's conflicted. He can't recall a time before this place where he was talked to with-- what was it? Sympathy? Pity? The second, most likely.]

Good.

[ He sits back in the chair and rolls his shoulder, feeling a little strained. ]

Anything you want to ask me, Soldier?

No, sir.

[Another shake of his head. Is this a dismissal until he's re-stationed? It sounds like it is.]

[ He smiles. ]

Okay. Have another meal at 1800H, get some sleep, and contact me tomorrow after you've had breakfast. [ a pause, the smile widens ] Try not to get into trouble. Acknowledged?

[The orders are all a little too simple- there's got to be more to it that he's not saying.. But as far as things have gone so far, it's been okay?]

Acknowledged.

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