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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[mortalcoil]

[and something about that answer, that look, just... clicks with him. instead of reacting in some normal way to that, his expression lightens subtly. it's not a smile by any stretch, but it's something maybe accepting. or even approving. and he nods.

that's fine.

and he points at himself, and makes a motion like turning a key at his throat. he's mute, but this man has already probably guessed that, so he means it a little deeper than that. he's quiet. he doesn't tell anyone anything.

so, if there was anything the soldier needed or wanted to know, he'd be quiet about it. he promises.]

[reconstitution]

[He offers the boy another terse nod, glad that he accepted his terms. Not that he could be trusted just yet.

He could trust his team, he could trust Pierce. They knew him better than he did.

These people here? ...That has yet to be seen.

The boy looked like he was waiting for a reply of some sort. He hadn't said anything to reply to, really.. But offers a head shake.

Nothing.]

[mortalcoil]

[it was a step. they at least knew where the other stood in a small way. so, he nods again--as if the soldier's response really tells him anything substantial.

and his next question, he assumes is superficial and easy enough to answer--

'who are you?']

[reconstitution]

[Of course it came down to a name again..

Frowning, he took a minute to put it together. He didn't learn the exact motion for it, but it was similar.

'Snow' is what he signed, though winter and snow were basically the same, essentially.]

[mortalcoil]

[that's good enough for him. he fingerspells out his own name-- 'C O I L' --and then follows it up with tracing a spiral shape in the air with one finger for good measure.

and, for as taciturn as the man is, he's... still talking to him. so, he's taking that as a good sign. even though he's sure it's just to gather information, that's his own main goal anyway, so... it works.

then he forms the questioning sign for 'number?' and taps on whatever part of the communicator isn't the screen. if he can get the man's private communicator ID, they can talk sometime off the public network.]

[reconstitution]

[...Coil? That was a strange name..

Then again, he supposed it wasn't anything more strange than 'Winter', the name Allen decided to bestow him with.

Wait. Wait. This kid-- Coil. Coil wanted to talk to him again? What was the harm? He didn't have to reply.

He made the gestures for his communicator ID, waiting for a response. ]

[mortalcoil]

[and, without hesitation, Coil completes the exchange with his own number. as if this was all perfectly normal. as if he ever ventured to offer communication or help to total strangers.

he's too curious, though. the face that belongs on someone else, and all of the little nebulous things that he finds familiar in a different way, has him stepping a little further out of his shell than usual.

so, he points to himself, forms the sign for 'answers,' and then tacks on a shrug in an 'or whatever' kind of way. he'd wished he'd had a quiet, less emotive point of contact and information when he'd first arrived, so... he might as well offer himself as something like that this time.]

[reconstitution]

[It is good to know that he has someone else he can ask aside from Jim.. For some reason he still feels out of place actually asking them.

But this? He doesn't so much have to speak, so it's nicer. If not a tiny bit easier despite the gap in sign knowledge.

Winter doubted that he would actually follow through, but he nods his head regardless.]

[mortalcoil]

[and Coil nods too-- matter settled. the offer has been made, and apparently received.

all he can offer now is the sign for 'good luck.']