"Just keep your head down," Bucky replied, equally soft, as they dragged him away.

The guards slammed the door close again, and left Len for hours in the dark. Screams echoed through the corridors, but it was hard to say whether they came from Bucky or not. When they did finally open the door again, they were dragging Bucky along limp by the arms, his bare feet leaving a bloody trail on the concrete behind him.

They tossed him in unceremoniously, and Bucky landed in a heap beside Len, moaning. "Well," he rasped, his voice so rough it was nearly incomprehensible, "That was fun. Glad to see Zola hasn't... lost his sense of... humour."