imfollowinghim | nineteen ✪ video & spam

[Bucky's taken a day, and he knows a few things:

1. He's an inmate here, so no weapons, limited boost from the serum, no warden areas and no asking the Admiral for any supplies.
2. People here are just as gullible and easy to fool as they had been on the normal Barge.
3. Steve is going to be a fucking problem.

So they'll still find out who he is eventually, but he's going to try to bide his time as long as possible. He's already seen himself mentioned as unaffected on Arthas' list, and he's not surprised, but he's also feeling more than a little self satisfied. He's done his homework.

He's in his cabin when he clicks on the video feed, wearing the blue Commandos jacket just like his counterpart usually seems to and smirks a little lazily at the camera.]

I know we're steal dealing with some pretty rough shit, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good to be back in my right mind again. [He's seen the conversation with the Emperor. Pathetic.]

While we're still figuring out who's who, anyone who's interested and not currently a psycho: boot camp's starting up again first thing tomorrow. You guys all know what to expect by now.

Anyone got any questions, you know how to find me.

[He's going to need to figure out a way for someone to get him into the CES...]

[Spam, September 30 - October 3]

[This is a different part from what he's had to play before, but unlike his counterpart struggling to keep up a mask of indifference to the suffering of others, this Bucky's finding it incredibly easy to pretend like he cares about these people. He smiles, makes smalltalk, delicately probes for more information, and they just spill. There haven't been too many who have looked at him with anything but trust, and those who have viewed him with suspicion apparently haven't put two and two together yet.

So Bucky seemingly goes about life as usual, even if there's something maybe a little bit off about him. He's quick to brush it off as being bitter about his trip through the door, at losing a month to being out of his mind and terrified of everything, but it's still... a little odd.

Feel free to catch him in the dining hall, the gym, heading back to his room, or conveniently carrying too many things - books, usually, but sometimes equipment for boot camp - to be able to open the lock on a warden area by himself, and if you could grab the door, he'd really appreciate it, thanks. Boot camp starts up again, and is virtually identical to the routine that people had been running before Bucky had gotten too incoherent to continue, except sometimes his motivational barbs sound more like direct insults. But that's what a drill sergeant does, right?

The only thing that's really different is that he doesn't seem to be gravitationally pulled back into orbiting around Steve as much as he usually does. They don't not spend time together, but Bucky seems off on his own for most of the day, or talking with other people like nothing's wrong. Because it isn't. Everything's fine.]

[ooc: Tags will be coming from

shieldcatchesyou! Steve is going to officially out him on Friday. :|b]

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[On the bright side -- for Bucky -- Mikhail doesn't know him well enough to know it's him, and he has no idea what the other Bucky is supposed to be like, so for the moment he's just as much in the dark as anyone else.]

Yessir. You the Sergeant Barnes from this ship?

Last time I checked. I guess you can't ever be sure.

[Badumching.]

Yeah, I'm him.

[He glances around the room he's broadcasting from -- Mickey's living room -- and looks a little glum.]

Apparently, you can.

[Because no way would he ever choose this place... even if he does like all the toys inside. He sighs and refocuses.]

Private Mikhail Milkovich, sir.

What branch are you with?

[Is the other Mikhail in the military? Kind of doesn't look like it, from the room he's broadcasting from, but he can't know for sure. Still, it seems like a safe enough question to ask.]

Army. The Fighting First. [He flashes a quick grin.]

I wasn't too far from where the Big Red One was in Italy. Decent guys.

[And that makes him smile wider, gratified by the recognition, both for the division and for the fact that he's a part of it.]

Yes, sir.

[Cute. At least he's got one consistently easy to manipulate person around.

(Sometimes, he almost feels bad for the kid. Almost. But it would be easier for him if he just lost the bright eyed puppy look.)]

Sergeant James Barnes. Everyone calls me Bucky. Which I'm guessing you know, because I'm pretty sure that's what the other guy goes by.

[Really, he could come clean with Mikhail right now and not suffer for it. Mikhail was already starved for attention and affection long before coming to the Barge; a month with Mason and Andrew have only made him hungrier for the latter. The Bucky he knows hasn't raised a hand to him, talks to him like a person, doesn't actively try to make his life worse. And he's a superior officer, besides. That's enough for Mikhail's loyalty, for sure.]

Yeah. It's... weird. You don't really seem all that different from him to me.

[Something Bucky is all too happy to make work for him, but the other Bucky shouldn't know about. Besides, he's curious. Is his act convincing, or is he blowing his cover way too quickly?]

Seriously? Guy was kind of an asshole.