Date: 2016-07-10 02:46 am (UTC)
fist_of_hydra: (Scared)
"And what the hell exactly am I 'supposed' to do?" Bucky retorted. He stifled a yelp as he was deposited abruptly onto something that felt like a cross between a bed and a chair.

It was comfortable enough, but surrounded by high tech equipment, some of which was already moving in his direction, seemingly by itself. Panic sent sour bile crawling up his throat, the whole thing reminding him far too much of his time with HYDRA. All that was missing was Zola lurking on the fringes, gloating at him.

Barnes did a good job of hiding his reaction, but James saw right through him. Of course he did; it was the same reaction he would have to finding himself in a similar position.

Well, not quite the same. There would be more murder and mayhem involved if it were him. "Relax," he told his younger self, gruff but sincere. "You can walk outta here any time... well, you could if your feet weren't shredded. Which we're about to fix. It won't even hurt."

To his surprise, Bucky looked at Len for reassurance and confirmation. Apparently, they'd bonded while trapped in HYDRA together. James wasn't at all sure how he felt about that... but he was sure it wasn't good.
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James "Bucky" Barnes

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