[ Bucky, for his part, had played the loyal soldier for these Nathan overlords since the dad-blamed beginning. That was what he knew how to do, what came natural. But some small part of himself still itched for explanation, figured that when Steve woke up he'd have a plan, and everything would go back to how it was. He just has to bide his time, gather information, and wait for the opportune moment. It's a bit of magical thinking, but it's also how things have always worked out for him. Not even this place had cured him of that little thread of faith. Not yet, anyway.
That was what led him to this little exercise— he thought he could find some way out of it, the Storm. It didn't happen like that; there hadn't been a way out. He hadn't gone back, but now he sees the other guy, walking back and forth, whispering something that Bucky can only catch the edges of. ]
What the hell are you mumbling about?
[ His voice is rougher than it usually is, and meaner, too. ]
the storm
That was what led him to this little exercise— he thought he could find some way out of it, the Storm. It didn't happen like that; there hadn't been a way out. He hadn't gone back, but now he sees the other guy, walking back and forth, whispering something that Bucky can only catch the edges of. ]
What the hell are you mumbling about?
[ His voice is rougher than it usually is, and meaner, too. ]