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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[He doesn't offer more than the subtle shrug of his shoulders.]

I've been called both the Asset and the Winter Soldier.

[Ah...the smile fades for a moment at that. "The Asset", "The Winter Soldier"....those weren't names. Not human names, certainly. They were titles, labels. No more names than "Red Arm" was once what he was called by. And with how...inhuman and lost this man seemed to be acting....Allen could see the writing on the wall. Those were nothing but descriptive labels given by someone trying very hard not to acknowledge this person's humanity.]

[He could feel those deeply buried wounds twist inside him. Whatever was going on here, it was wrong]

[ But...he still barely knows this man, so he bites back what words he truly wants to say, and forces that smile back on ]

I...see.

[He swallows]

Would it be alright if I call you Winter, then? Until you find something else you rather be called.

[It was closest thing he could make of a name out of that.]

[There is something this man Allen is not saying, but it is out of turn to pry. It's not his place. Smiles hide many things here, apparently..

He didn't realize that he zoned out until his eyes snapped back to the screen. He couldn't stop himself from checking the entrances of the area for any sort of change.]

..Winter is fine.

[ It's memories he rather forget and bury, but linger all the same. But for now, he's probably wise to choose not to pry. Wait until you get like a level 5 friendship and a tub of ice cream or something, I don't know.]

Winter, then. It's nice to meet you.

If you ever decide you want to be called something else, just let me know.

[He gives a subtle, jerking nod in response.]

Allen.

[The confusion flits back onto his face for a brief moment.]

No change will be necessary.

...Alright.

[He disagrees, but it's not his place right now. Winter has to figure out things on his own, especially when everything's so new right now. So he lets that topic slide. He tries to think of what Mana would do...just talk, really.]

[Which to anyone who knows Allen, it's pretty unsurprising what his topic of choice revolves around]

You'll be on the Marsiva for a few days. Unfortunately, I think that's on there to eat are proteins. Haven't met anyone who likes those. But you'll get transferred to your assigned ship in a few days. If you're lucky, there'll be a cook on the ship! Then you might get some real food.

[Winter is silently relieved when the topic shifts, though it's not any easier to form replies; freely talking is still a relatively new and uncomfortable event.

He shifts almost restlessly, his eyes moving away from the screen and to the room around him. Still no one around. It suits him just fine.]

Rations aren't designed for taste.

[Oh hey! He responded! Sure, it's an awkward and clearly uncomfortable response- but it's a response! He was half-expecting nothing more than a grunt.]

They should be. I think officials just say that line so they don't have to spend more money for a decent chef and ingredients.

[Which is a true crime, in his opinion. But that line sure tells Allen that Winter probably hasn't had much in the way of good food. Ugh. He hates whoever did this more and more by the minute. But it's not like they're here to punch...so better just work on rectifying things]

My ship's cook has been baking a lot of cookies to give at a blood drive this weekend. There's always extras, so I'll bring you some once you get assigned to a ship. She's a really good cook. I'm pretty sure a lot of our volunteers show up just to have her cookies.

[Winter offers him the barest shrug in reply to that. He really wouldn't know. He took what he was given and that was the end of it. Not much thought went into questioning.

He listened to Allen, nodding to show that he was paying attention, though admittedly it had begun to wander a bit.

The transfer to an actual ship would happen in a few days, which made him uneasy. Another place that he would have to case and more people he would have to keep an eye on.

His brow furrowed. What would Allen gain by doing something for him? There was a catch somewhere.

There always was.]

There's no need..

[ The only catch is friendship Winter. And maybe learning how much HYDRA sucks for not letting you have cookies. But there's no escaping those catches. ]

No, but I want to.

[He can't help the confused look that just falls onto his face, not comprehending. Shoulders sagging, for a moment that hardened exterior is down and he looks even more lost. He didn't understand Allen at all. Everyone wanted something, but he didn't? That's not how the world he knew worked.]

Why?

[ The smile stays, but it seems to become a little sad. At least, in the eyes. A mix of sadness and empathy ]

...I suppose, the simplest answer is because you feel you have to ask why.

...Okay.

[He couldn't decide what else to say, but mono-syllabic words seemed to be acceptable so long as there was a reaction of some sort.

He nods his head, just the smallest dip of his chin as he watches Allen.]

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