Thread: The Asset - Avengers (Moon Struck Fox & Defiant)

Bucky remained quiet as Steve called his friend, the one he'd attacked on the helli-carrier. He remembered him clearly. And the fight. He hadn't been wiped since before that event. He listened to the one-sided conversation, standing still and remaining silent. I have a car, he pointed out when the other man was off the phone. It was stolen so it was probably a good idea to leave it here. At least they wouldn't have cops following them as he hadn't been bothered to switch the plates or anything. When he was offered a protein bar he only furrowed his brows as he shook his head. He hadn't mastered the art of solid food yet. He knew how to eat and he had eaten recently but he usually threw it up. He'd been on a liquid diet as the asset, or the winter soldier, or whatever they wanted to call him. He'd been woken, prepped, given some sort of drink and put on a mission. Then he'd been put on a mission. Once the mission was complete he was wiped, froze then the process was repeated. Usually... Bucky watched Steve out of the corner of his eye as he ate another one of those bars. He'd seen some of his guards eating them, or at least stuff like them. Bars in wrappers. He could remember being on a table, poked and prodded while listening to those wrappers being crinkled and torn then crumpled up and tossed away. He clenched his fist as he heard the wrapper from Steve's bar. He looked at the other man and reminded himself where he was, what was happening. Things were going to change and he had to take steps to make sure it happened. He'd tried to read up on himself once the news hit SHIELD and Hydra's secrets had all been leaked but his information wasn't there. Well, nothing about him as the winter soldier. There was plenty about James Buchanan Barnes. If he were honest he found the man boring. Mundane even. He was friends with Captain America, watched his ass when he weighed 80 pounds soaking wet. Then he was fighting the good fight and had apparently died. That was that. That was where Sergeant Barnes' story ended. Steve? Bucky's head jerked towards the door as it creaked open and the other man, the winged man, Sam, stepped into the building. Hey there... you, Sam said since he saw Bucky before Steve and froze in his tracks. Oh, hey. Okay, he sighed when he saw Steve. Starting thinking this was a trap or something, he said and held his hands up when Buck arched a brow at him. Nothing against you man, it's just. Well, you being a master assassin and the last time I saw you, you kicked me off of a carrier. Miles high. After ripping off one of my wings. But uhh, no grudges right? He asked and held out a hand. Bucky stared at him a moment, his brain gauging the situation. This protocol is unusual, he mumbled quietly and took Sam's hand in his own and gave it a shake. He pulled his hand free and gave it a look then diverted his gaze. So uh, what's going on there? Why'd you look at your hand then look away? Sam asked, the counsellor in him unable to refrain from jumping on the action. I've never touched another person without violence, Bucky answered easily. Sam just nodded and glanced at Steve, he noticed the wrappers. Well, there'll be a lot more good touching to come, he said and clapped his hands together. That uh, sounded wrong. I haven't been in this situation ever so let's go, he said and looked to Steve. You remembered those after I reminded you of them, he stated, pointing from the wrappers to Steve as he headed towards the car. You both speak a lot, he pointed out as his feet began to follow the other man, despite the hesitation he was feeling. He glanced to Steve, making sure he was following too before he climbed into the car and sat back in the seat. Sam turned on some music as he drove, glancing in the rearview mirror periodically. He tried to catch Steve's eye a few times, he needed the man to know how he felt, he didn't think it was wise to bring an assassin home like a lost puppy. Especially a breed who's bite was most definitely worse than it's bark. He felt bad for James Barnes but Hydra had him for 70 plus years. It was a lot of work to undo and he worried about Steve. Sam pulled up to Steve's place and put the vehicle in park. Alright, if you need anything you know how to reach me. I'll keep my phone nearby. Ya know, just in case, he said quietly and glanced at James who had his gaze lowered as he drummed his metal fingers against his knee. I'll give you a few minutes to talk, Bucky said and climbed out of the car rather quickly. Sam shifted in his seat and looked to Steve. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset him but he didn't know who you were last time he saw you. I'm just being cautious here, he defended himself quickly. But what I said stand. I'll have my phone close by in case you need anything.