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[Bucky's fade back to consciousness was slow and confusing. He was tired, and sore, and felt pretty out of it, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to go back to sleep or actually bother to wake up and see what the hell was going on.

Minutes passed, and he realized he was flat on his back somewhere, and once that had sunk in, he startled, sitting up quickly and startling again at the sudden pain in his side, honestly expecting to wake up in the HYDRA facility, to another round of tests and torture and God knows what, but a few shaky breaths later, and his mind caught up with what he was seeing.

They were back on the Barge. They'd made it back somehow. Or, he'd died, and the Admiral had dragged him back. He let out a deep breath, winced, and lay back, pressing a hand over where the injury had been, squeezing his eyes shut.

Not exactly a step up from falling off a train into a frozen river, but at least this time, the Barge was a little more familiar.]

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you make it out okay?

[ooc: Backdated to after port ended, feel free to spam him over the course of the next four days or so.]

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Yeah. You feeling alright? [And now that he's sure Bucky's awake, he'll be heading towards the infirmary.]

Better than I was. [What with you know. Being dead and all.]

Do you need anything? I'm on my way. [Bucky you are not getting out of your best friend mother-henning you.]

[... He can live with this if you're willing to help him break out of here in a few days. :3] I'm fine. Thanks.

Not even Oreos?

I could be talked into having a couple.

Well, good. Be there soon.

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[Ben isn't, exactly, sure how he got back on board the Barge; he certainly hadn't come here of his own volition, though that was due mostly to stopping to nurse his own wounds and trying to get his bearings after having no clue whatsoever where he was or how he'd gotten there more than any conscious attempt to escape. He wouldn't have, though, not after...

Either way, he's dumped back into a world he doesn't understand at all, and it is in chaos; people are hurt and dying left and right, others are complaining or confused, still others are simply reeling or amazed that whatever they did worked. Ben retreats, first, as high as he can get on the deck and watches it all unfold until blood loss from the slice down his chest and the rippling pain in his arm bring him down; he focuses on the confidence that finding his abilities, even his suppressed abilities, returned to him lends him, and makes his way down to the Infirmary, and that's when he spots Bucky on one of the beds.

His healing factor will take care of everything he's sustained and he assures the first person to ask him of this; they're overwhelmed enough that he still gets a quick checkover, and then left alone with a compress over his chest and an order to sit down and rest until someone can come back and call out of it gets worse.

Which is why when Bucky wakes up, Ben is sitting there and startles along with him - but Ben goes silent and still, watching and waiting, uncertain. Bucky doesn't even notice him and then he's laying back down, closing his eyes. Ben's eyes dart down to where his warden's hand is, mouth opening to call for someone, muscles tensed to get up all on thoughtless reflex - then he registers the lack of blood, the rapid rise and fall of Bucky's chest, and what he's read about death tolls. The X5 swallows, but doesn't sit back in his own chair, and doesn't call anyone over. His fingers tighten on his compress, considering, but he lets several minutes pass before he hazards a question, his tone flat and strange even to his own ears, and almost timid.]

Are you alright?

[Bucky jumps a little again at the question and turns towards the voice, grinning a little when he actually sees who it is. He's not stupid enough to try sitting up, but he does keep focused on Ben.]

Yeah. [He gives him a visual once over, takes in the compress and remembers what had happened, now. Ben had tried to stop the bleeding, tried to keep him from collapsing on the floor of the tunnel, and his brow furrows in concern.]

How about you?

[The brash, violently confident young man that had partnered Bucky through the arena matches is gone - Ben is back to being an uncertain youth in a strange place, and when Bucky grins at him, the familiar confusion is back. He's not entirely aware of the way the corner of his own mouth tugs, just for an instant, completely subconsciously - Ben doesn't smile, and he doesn't smile now, but for a moment something in his brain connects with something else and makes him want to.

Then he's glancing down, too, and it's past without ever actually having happened. He glances back up, safely behind his military neutrality.] My abilities have returned, albeit to their former reduced levels - I haven't sustained anything serious enough to be concerned with.

[He lifts the compress away to show Bucky the knife slash from their escape, and he's cleaned it up a bit, but it's still fairly fresh; it's also already somewhat smaller and less severe than the tear in his shirt would suggest. Ben covers it again without seeming to notice it much.] I escaped. The others seem to have, too, with casualties.

[Hey, anything other than blank military stubbornness is progress as far as Bucky's concerned, so he's actually pretty pleased. He looks over the injury critically - or as critically as he can, while flat on his back in a hospital bed, anyway - but believes him when he says it's doing okay, and he's sitting down with a compress and that's good enough for him, from a medical standpoint.

And he didn't get himself killed, so really, there were a lot worse things he could have woken up to.]

Good. [The sincerity's apparent, although it's again replaced by concern because he hasn't really gotten a good idea of how many people were hurt and how bad it was just yet, what with being unconscious and a little distracted from reading the network in full over the last four days.]

Who got hurt?

[Ben honestly wrestles with how to answer that question for several moments, before having to admit] A better question might be who didn't, sir. Anyone who was down on the surface seems to have sustained injury of some kind, up to and including death. Captain Dylan Hunt was slain just after... you.

[He hesitates over that last part, and then retreats to the clinical comfort of listing off the names of several of the people he's seen in the infirmary just from walking in here; he knows a startling number of names and faces from network stalking, and he uses it now to buy himself time before tagging onto the end.] Your friend, Captain Steve Rogers, as well - he survived. As far as I'm aware, everyone is accounted for, however.

[He falls silent, watching for a reaction, his free hand twisting idly into the seam of his BDU pants.]

[Bucky's expression clouds a little when he mentions just how bad it was - really, he'd been expecting it, because there had been so many Barge people stuck in the cells with them that it really wasn't surprising information - and he's disappointed to hear that Hunt had been killed, too, even if he was just going to come back here like it basically hadn't happened. Bucky himself is somewhere between being totally alright with what happened - he was dead already, what did it matter if he was just going to come back? - and remembering how scary it had been to suddenly not be able to breathe. Falling had been awful, too, but it had been faster, all things considered.

He does relax a little when he hears Steve's okay, and that everyone was back on board.]

Good.

[He studies him a little longer again, remembering how freaked out he'd looked when it had happened, and knowing how hard a time he'd had handling the last time the Barge had thrown them into a fucking weird situation.] You sure you're okay?

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[Peggy owed him a visit, whether they were close or not. She made her way through the infirmary quietly, careful to not disturb the others who were ill and recovering.

She smiled slightly and set a book on the table next to him before taking a seat in a chair.]

Some entertainment during your recovery, Sergeant.

[Bucky glanced over at the book and then looked back at Peggy, grinning a little. He hadn't necessarily expected her checking up on him, but he appreciated the gesture, and it was good to see she wasn't stuck in a bed on the other side of the infirmary or something.]

Thanks. You make it out okay?

[Peggy tucked one ankle behind the other and nodded slowly.]

Somehow I did, yes.... Even after I went in blindly to try and save you boys.

[She can't help but smirk at that, how overprotective she sounded.]

How are you feeling?

Better than I was. [Which is true, and the whole not actually having a stab wound in his side thing was pretty nice, if he said so himself. While he wasn't in a rush to give this another shot, it was at least nice to know that after a week or so, you were more or less fine, with no lasting damage or stuff to recover from.

Which was also kind of freaky, but.]

Thanks for coming to get us.

[Peggy would like to avoid that altogether, really... But as she has seen, there's little choice in the matter. Still, she was glad that he was getting better.]

Well, someone has to look after you boys.

[Even if she wasn't able to save him from this.]

[Bucky chuckled a little hoarsely, genuinely amused because, well. It was true. Peggy hadn't fallen off a train or crashed a plane into the Arctic or gotten kidnapped and killed by aliens, clearly she had a better idea of what she was doing than they did.]

Since we're God awful at doing it ourselves.

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[She hadn't been sure she wanted to visit. It was going to be harder to keep up the facade, and as a rule Natasha tried to avoid things that made her cover tricky. But though she'd been positive she'd talked herself into staying away, she made her way to his bed in the infirmary anyway.]

How are you feeling?

[Bucky was a little surprised to see her - and it didn't really help the 'Steve your coworker has a crush on me' theory - but he'd promised Steve he wasn't going to blab about knowing her real name and that she was a spy, so he was willing to play along with whatever game she was running and wait for an opportunity to call her out on it without implicating Steve.

So he smiled and gave a one shouldered shrug, careful not to move the side he'd been stabbed.]

I'm alright. Better than I was. [What with being dead and all.] How 'bout you?

Not bad. [She refuses to think that he was probably dead, given the lack of visible damage. Or okay, she'd like to refuse to think about it, but she can't. This is fucking cruel, to bring him here with the memories the Winter Soldier wanted, but none of the Soldier's life, to kill him and bring him back--

Of course, none of this crosses her face. She even smiles a little.]

Better than you.

[If Bucky were Charles, you would be so screwed, Natasha. As is though, he will remain happily oblivious if still very curious as to what a badass super assassin wants to do with him.

Not that he hadn't been curious about Nicole Reese, Totally Normal Person, but the lying and unusual career choice did just kind of make the mystery more interesting.]

Ha, ha. You stay on the ship?

Yeah. I wouldn't have been much use down there. [Which she thinks is bullshit, but by the time she'd found out James and Cap had been down there, she'd have had very little hope of getting to them and getting them out again.

She was very bad at sitting idle.] Maybe you should stay put next time, too.

[He gave her a one shouldered shrug. Moving his formerly injured side too much still hurt like a bitch.] Ben started running at the aliens, I wasn't just gonna leave him there alone.

[Which... had more or less been the theme of the entire weekend.]

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