[The routine, by now, is typical; when Ben found himself back to normal and remembered in full where he is, why he's there, and all the things that had happened to him and he'd done in the past eleven years, his immediate course of action had been to put himself on lockdown in his room while he tries to sort it all out.
His walls are bare and he'd been bothered by that before, but now his skin is crawling with the glaring absence of the familiar signs with their key words on them; he knows where he can find a marker or a can of spray paint maybe, but that would involve leaving, and all he really wants to do right now is...
He hears Bucky coming before the knock on the door, and the swift pace is only more alarming once the banging starts. It's only that it is Bucky that makes the transgenic unfold from the bed, crossing the room as though to meet him but stopping just short, wide eyes narrowed on the door.
Ben. His name is Ben.]
I'm here, sir. [Back to blank-toned, but there's the by-now familiar edge of hollow desperation that always signals an imminent shutdown, or a shutdown in progress.]
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His walls are bare and he'd been bothered by that before, but now his skin is crawling with the glaring absence of the familiar signs with their key words on them; he knows where he can find a marker or a can of spray paint maybe, but that would involve leaving, and all he really wants to do right now is...
He hears Bucky coming before the knock on the door, and the swift pace is only more alarming once the banging starts. It's only that it is Bucky that makes the transgenic unfold from the bed, crossing the room as though to meet him but stopping just short, wide eyes narrowed on the door.
Ben. His name is Ben.]
I'm here, sir. [Back to blank-toned, but there's the by-now familiar edge of hollow desperation that always signals an imminent shutdown, or a shutdown in progress.]