[Underneath everything, Sam provides a good foundation, better than the bitter cold chill of the programming. For the first time, it feels as if both Sam and the programming hum beneath his roots, beneath the jade tower in the frozen tundra. Maybe he should be more weirded out or unsettled by how deeply Sam has bonded with him, but for now he's content to blink and frown up at the sun.
He's not surprised that Sam could help. If anyone, Sam would find a way to break him free of his sleep.
As for the missing person, though, Bucky latches onto the name immediately. Steve. The man on the bridge. The man who knew his name. Asleep. He shuts his eyes, trying to remember through the fog. Steve in a tiny apartment, crouching down with Bucky until he felt safe to move. Steve and Sam greeting him in the garden. Sam in a different colored tent underneath him, staring up from the dust.
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He's not surprised that Sam could help. If anyone, Sam would find a way to break him free of his sleep.
As for the missing person, though, Bucky latches onto the name immediately. Steve. The man on the bridge. The man who knew his name. Asleep. He shuts his eyes, trying to remember through the fog. Steve in a tiny apartment, crouching down with Bucky until he felt safe to move. Steve and Sam greeting him in the garden. Sam in a different colored tent underneath him, staring up from the dust.
They can't have all happened at once.
Asleep.]
Is he...?
[Gone? He remembers faces behind glass.]