It takes him an hour or two to actually poke his head out of the tiny room, because what the hell, what the fuck, is this some HYDRA trick or is he hallucinating or did someone kidnap him from his tiny closet of a hideout, and if so, why? And why the weird note?
If you go knocking on doors, you might find him wedged into a corner of his room with a gun in one hand and the other curled into a metal fist, glaring warily at the door.
When he does finally go out, he tries to start looking around before answering the summons, but he doesn't move. So that's another half hour of just standing there, confused and angry, and increasingly terrified. A little help here maybe?
III. Devils I Knew
Routines are dangerous. He spends most of his time lurking, not trusting anything or anyone, trying to be in unexpected places where he can get the best view of whatever is happening in a given space with as few people as possible able to watch him.
The first time something launches at his head, he blocks it with a metal arm, and the plate shatters all over the floor in front of him. He stares at it in consternation.
When an apple rolls off the table as he's passing, he catches it, and looks between it and the table with a confused little frown.
When he starts hearing voices, he's pretty sure he really is hallucinating this time, but he can't help himself from trying to find them. So he's following whispers and flinching away from shouts, poking his head into various rooms-- not personal cabins, more like maintenance closets and shop doors. At least not at first, not until one of the warning voices sounds like the stupid former target and he can't not check to make sure he's not really there.
Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA
It takes him an hour or two to actually poke his head out of the tiny room, because what the hell, what the fuck, is this some HYDRA trick or is he hallucinating or did someone kidnap him from his tiny closet of a hideout, and if so, why? And why the weird note?
If you go knocking on doors, you might find him wedged into a corner of his room with a gun in one hand and the other curled into a metal fist, glaring warily at the door.
When he does finally go out, he tries to start looking around before answering the summons, but he doesn't move. So that's another half hour of just standing there, confused and angry, and increasingly terrified. A little help here maybe?
III. Devils I Knew
Routines are dangerous. He spends most of his time lurking, not trusting anything or anyone, trying to be in unexpected places where he can get the best view of whatever is happening in a given space with as few people as possible able to watch him.
The first time something launches at his head, he blocks it with a metal arm, and the plate shatters all over the floor in front of him. He stares at it in consternation.
When an apple rolls off the table as he's passing, he catches it, and looks between it and the table with a confused little frown.
When he starts hearing voices, he's pretty sure he really is hallucinating this time, but he can't help himself from trying to find them. So he's following whispers and flinching away from shouts, poking his head into various rooms-- not personal cabins, more like maintenance closets and shop doors. At least not at first, not until one of the warning voices sounds like the stupid former target and he can't not check to make sure he's not really there.
Sorry, if that's your room.