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

Bruce wasn't exactly following protocol with Bucky. He was just going on a whim and trying to think of what would make the man comfortable and able to trust him. If he ever needed to put Bucky under he didn't need to deal with the Winter Soldier going postal while possibly bleeding to death or something. Bucky looked healthy enough. He didn't seem like he was sick, his body was strong. The results for the blood and urine tests would determine if he would need more tests. And if he did, it would go so much smoother if Bucky trusted him. Bruce was worried there would be some sort of bacteria or damage to the internal organs with how little they had to work. But the tests would show that for him without being too invasive. Eye disease, Bruce repeated, nodding as he wrote that down. Bucky was looking between the two of them as Steve spoke of the past him, clinging to each and every word. He'd been tortured? He didn't remember that. He didn't remember being experimented on either. But it must have done some sort of good since his eyes were great now. He tilted his head as Steve spoke about him being drafted then how he'd refused to leave the army because Steve couldn't. So he'd been willing to stay after being tortured or experimented on because of this guy. Guess it wasn't much of a surprise the other man had broken through years of Russian and Hydra work done to his brain. If you don't mind me asking, he said, turning towards Bucky as he fished some painkillers and tranquillizers from his bag. Do you remember anything from being with them? He asked then looked quickly to Steve. I mean, if you don't mind answering that is. It'll just gi- The chair. I remember the chair, Bucky said with a bit of a grimace on his face. They used it to wipe me, he said, not entirely sure what that meant. Electroshock therapy? Bruce frowned, handing the stuff to Steve without looking at him and approached Bucky again. They shocked your brain? Bucky looked towards Steve, unsure of what he was supposed to say or do right now, the doctor looked way to interested in that. And it was the one thing he remembered clearly. The sounds, the way it covered his face and he was strapped down and couldn't deny their commands. And the pain. He could handle pain. Lots of it. But the chair... it scared him. As Bruce moved closer he stood from the chair quickly, knocking it over, and side stepped to get away from the approaching man. I'm not talking about it, he stated simply and the doctor stopped and nodded his head. Of course. I'm sorry. It's just, that practice, it's illegal because of what it can cause. The side effects can be very dangerous. We should do an MRI, Bruce said and looked to Steve. An MRI was not something he could do here. Sooner rather than later but... not today if you don't want to though, he said after looking back towards Bucky who seemed to be becoming more distressed after mentioning the chair. Bucky raked his fingers through his hair and his eyes were becoming unfocused, flicking randomly from one thing to another as he tried to keep his thoughts on track. Bruce took another step back. Hey it's okay, we're not going to do anything you don't want and we won't talk about anything you're not ready for, he said, using a voice he'd used for children when working off the grid. Bucky only shook his head, running his hands over his face as he turned abruptly and walked out of the room. Bruce sighed as he glanced to Steve. Sorry. I didn't mean to push him that far, he said and took his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose, crinkling his nose as he though. It's not good, if they used electricity on his brain, repeatedly, he scoffed, shaking his head. Suppose when it comes to Hydra we shouldn't be surprised at what lengths they'll go to or how barbaric they're practices can be, he mumbled, setting his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. Bruce shoved the rest of his things into his bag. He's going to have to come in for an MRI Steve, if there's damage to the brain... he swallowed and tried to think of a delicate way to say what he wanted but he had a feeling Steve wouldn't listen to even the worst scenario. Just be careful with him. He's a grenade just waiting to go off, Bruce warned. He knew the blonde cared for the ex-assassin but Bruce didn't know him and he cared for Steve, so he'd rather see Steve not hurt through any of this. I'll go see Tony and I'll make sure he keeps his distance for at least a few days, give your friend time to adjust to not being on the run and hunted and... just give him time, Bruce offered with a small, friendly smile. And if I find anything in the tests I'll give you call or drop some meds off, he said and gave Steve's shoulder a gentle squeeze. I'll see myself out, you got your hands full. -- Bucky'd walked to the bedroom and sat on the edge of Steve's bed. This was the only room besides the bathroom he'd been in. And the kitchen but that was too occupied right now. Bucky listened to them talking, he could hear every word thanks to his heightened sense of hearing. He looked down at his bare feet and moved his toes against the floor, it was weird when he thought about it. How little of his own body he really knew. He didn't look at himself often and he was either in his gear or, while naked and being prodded at by doctors and medical staff, he wasn't looking at himself. Bucky let his eyes fall shut as he listened to his breathing, it was something he'd realized calmed him down during the nights he spent alone. He felt aware of everything yet somehow everything disappeared. His eyes snapped open when he heard the doctor leaving the house and he glanced around then lowered his gaze towards the floor. He didn't mean to go off like that but... he didn't want to think about what had led to it. It was gone yet it held so much control over him still. He knew Steve was going to come and find him so he just let himself fall back against the bed and was surprised at how soft it was. While on the run he'd mainly kept himself to warehouses hadn't been on a bed in... he couldn't remember when. I'm sorry I overreacted to your friend, he said without looking towards the doorway. He could hear Steve's footsteps though they were almost silent. I'm just not ready for that conversation, he offered quietly, hoping Steve wouldn't take it any further. Buck sat up and looked at Steve. He's right though. I am a grenade. I came to you for help and... his eyes drifted from Steve's blue eyes to his neck where he could see the bruises from his choke hold earlier. And I attacked you instead of just asking for help. What kind of person does that? He asked, frowning as his eyes sought Steve's once more.