[Some of the feedback brushes the edges of Bucky's mind, familiar like an arm slung over narrow shoulders, pulling him in close. Don't do anything stupid. Sargeant James Barnes--- was the only Commando to give his life serving his country. 1943. Seventy years later.
Waking up to glass frosted over. Dragged on his knees to The Chair. It sounds like a broken fan and still sucks everything he is out in one gulp. The words. The goddamn words and he's in a room of steel, head buzzing and throwing Sam Wilson like he's a toy.
But Sam is his broodmate. Why would he---?
Sorry Steve, you're getting a ringside seat to the shitshow.]
and 600 years later...
Waking up to glass frosted over. Dragged on his knees to The Chair. It sounds like a broken fan and still sucks everything he is out in one gulp. The words. The goddamn words and he's in a room of steel, head buzzing and throwing Sam Wilson like he's a toy.
But Sam is his broodmate. Why would he---?
Sorry Steve, you're getting a ringside seat to the shitshow.]