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[imfollowinghim]

[The video clicks on seemingly of its own accord, and for a moment, it sort of looks like the only thing anyone will be seeing right now is the ceiling of one of the suites on the second floor. The lights are off, so apart from the glow of the screen, there isn't a hell of a lot illuminating anything in the room, and so it sort of seems like that might be that. The communicator fell over and clicked on by accident, or something.

If you're listening closely though, there's a thready, almost disassociated drone coming from somewhere to the left of the microphone. It's Bucky, and if anyone happened to be paying attention or walking around on the second floor, they might have heard screaming, earlier.

He's quiet now, voice hoarse, and he's just repeating his name, rank and serial number. The same thing over and over and over again, almost mechanically.

He doesn't move to get up to turn off the camera, but about three minutes after it started, the connection fizzles out in a burst of static and goes dark.]

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[thestarspangledman]

Christ. [Do your duty, soldier. Find him, save him, like you couldn't during the war. You failed him. Find him NOW. The little voice in his head sounds eerily like the Red Skull, mocking, taunting, shoving all his failures in his face, and forgive him if he sounds more than a little panicky. Because he knows that room, doesn't he, it's just like Italy all over again.]

Bucky -- hang on, Buck, I'm comin'.

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[warisart]

[It takes him a minute to identify the voice, if only because he's got a lot else to pay attention to; but it tugs at something in him, and when he backtracks to it while scanning the network, he picks out the name being repeated.

First Rhade, now Bucky. Ben's trying out another relatively new emotion when he breaks into the feed: anger.]

Bucky? Where are you?