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[Bucky wakes up in his room feeling good. Great, even. Like himself again, and it's once he makes that realization - that he wasn't himself - that a lot of anger floods in, settles itself in his chest, and he's up and out of bed in an instant, needing to do something.

So instead of heading to the dining hall or the library, he goes right to the gym to beat the hell out of a punching bag until his hands are bloody, the firing range even if the targets aren't a challenge for him at all and the CES to go for a run until he's sweaty and out of breath. (The last one takes a while. Like, longer than it probably should, beyond just feeling physically fine after getting sucked through the door.) He's still wearing his uniform, and might have visible weapons on him on the run. In the gym, he's stripped down to a white t-shirt with the SSR logo on it, and the gun's nowhere in sight.

Eventually, he sheepishly wanders into the infirmary to clean up his hands, and then heads back to his room, fully intending on collapsing on the bottom bunk and just. Staring a hole in the mattress above him until he feels like actually sleeping.

Or, you know, a cat pretending to be a transgenic might have broken in while he was out, but regardless.]

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[Later, Bucky clicks on the comm, takes a breath to say something, and then... hesitates. Because fuck if he knows what to say. He knows logically that it wasn't his fault, that it wasn't him, but he still feels like he needs to apologize, or say something about what happened.]

I'm sorry. I know that's not- I know he wasn't-

[He can't explain. Doesn't want to explain, doesn't feel like he should have to explain why he'd never want to work for the people who'd tortured and experimented on him, who've killed more good men (and probably women and kids, too, it's not like they'd had morals) than anyone's ever going to be able to count, but he still tries to grate out an answer.]

Look, [And he sounds exhausted and mad as hell all at once, but tries to force it into something else so he can explain, because he knows by now that a lot of you are going to have no idea what he's talking about.]

Where I'm from, HYDRA was the Nazi deep science division, before their boss basically decided Hitler and his pals were taking too damn long to take over the world and went rogue. I spent the last year trying to stop them and the Nazis with [Steve, fuck he misses him, but he's fiercely, selfishly glad he's not here right now anyway.] Cap and the Commandos. I'd cut my damn arm off before I'd ever work for them.

[... Probably not the best thing to say, considering how he'd showed up here. But there it is. They're the whole reason he's here - if that HYDRA goon hadn't gotten back up and fired on them, he wouldn't have gotten blown out of the train and died.]

I know how dumb this sounds. Believe me, I do, because it sounds like something out of a comic book, but it's what happened, and I'd still be back there taking them down if I hadn't gotten killed.

This is bullshit.

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Wish I knew more about guns...

[In other words, he has no idea what significance that has, military of civilian.]

Peacekeeper pulse pistol. If they have special number designations for them I don't know about it. I call her Winona.

[Hey, Bucky's not judging. He's more curious about what a pulse pistol is.]

How's it work?

[Crichton slips the cartridge out of the butt of his pistol and holds it out for Bucky to see. The contact point at the head of the clip looks shiny like oil slick.]

It's fueled by something called Chakkan Oil. Gives about 500 shots when full to max. Gun doesn't shoot bullets; it shoots plasma rounds. Does both kinetic and heat damage. These thing'll smoke ya literally.

[When he's done showing, he puts his tongue to the cartridge to taste it, nods to himself like that means something significant, then replaces it back in his gun.]

It isn't Earth technology. I picked this one up in space.

[Bucky looks... surprised when John licks the cartridge, but considering he doesn't fall over dead, he figures he probably doesn't have to put in a call to someone in the infirmary for a potential poisoning case, or whatever the hell happens when you eat. That.

But he's definitely still interested, because:]

It seems kinda like a HYDRA weapon.

[He's pretty sure he's not allowed to get out more information about how that shit works than that, though, so it's probably a great thing that he's never really sat Howard down and quizzed him about how it's supposed to work.]

[Don't worry Bucky, he can be a little nuts sometimes, but not enough to lick dangerous substances. The Chakkan Oil, in fact, is 100 percent safe for Human consumption...as long as they don't mind getting a little high off of it. One lick won't kill him, but it can tell him about how many shots he has left.]

I'll admit, I don't know a thing about HYDRA, so I can't tell you if there's anything to it. I can tell you these weapons are not something Earth has any access to where I come from.

Where do you come from?

[He's not bothered by the idea of it not coming from Earth - to the best of his knowledge, the stuff powering HYDRA's weapons hadn't come from Earth, either - and he knows plenty about other worlds from his time here already, but he hasn't had a ton of opportunity to ask people about way far in the future, or what it's like to travel through space.

He's not really sure how much he believes in all of that being possible, but. Let's be serious, his life is already way too much like a comic book, he might as well just go with whatever else it has to throw at him.]

I launched from Earth in 1999. I was an astronaut, flying my single man mission. I had an accident that ended up seeing me flung all the way across the galaxy right in the middle of alien territory. It wasn't exactly the first contact I'd imagined for Earth.

I'm stuck out there now. I couldn't tell you exactly where I was before coming here, I don't really know. They just call it the uncharted territories. I found a ship and crew to take me in at least, but they aren't any more sure of where we are than me.

[Well.

And here he thought he had it bad when it came to being homesick.]

Must have been rough.

[Understatement of the century, probably.]

[You win the award for that one.]

Hah! Yeah, on the good days. Ol' Winona here has seen her share of action on the bad ones.

[He pats the side of his gun fondly. Yes, he did name his gun that.]

What about you? You look like you've seen some yourself.

[Bucky shrugs, something like a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.]

I guess I have. It's a little more old fashioned than flying saucers.

How old fashioned are we talking here?

It was 1945 back home for me, last time I looked at a calendar.

[He lets off a low whistle.]

That's a heck of a difference. 1945 huh? Look, I know there can tend to be differences between worlds, even in Earths, but...that would have put you at the tail end of World War Two on my version of Earth. Does that check out with yours?

Yeah. [Thus the uniform, and the old timey weapons.] Mine's a little different from most people's, but most of the important stuff's the same. Nazis and shit. I was with the army before I got transferred to the SSR - it's like the OSS, but less covert.

[What with the guy in patriotic pajamas smashing the shit out of enemy tanks and stuff.]

Okay, so where does HYDRA fit into it then? What is it?

It was the Nazi deep science division. Schmidt - this guy, the head of HYDRA - kinda had his own agenda and broke away from the Nazis to try out their own thing. We've - the team I'm with. Was with, the Howling Commandos - were working on bringing him and the rest of the organization down.

Damn. These guys told the Nazis they wanted to do their own thing and got away with it, and you're in charge of bringing them down? That's a hell of a job. I'm impressed.

[Bucky chuckles, and immediately tries to brush it off as not a big deal. He's never felt really comfortable with people making a fuss over them, even though maybe he would have been, a lifetime ago. The Bucky Barnes who'd left Brooklyn would've liked the attention, would've used it as an excuse to flirt with girls and get an extra round at a bar.

Sometimes, it kind of feels like that person died on a table in Austria, and whatever's left of him is just some ghost trying to pass himself off as the real thing.]

I'm not in charge. I just try to make sure the guy who is doesn't get his dumb ass killed.

That's really no less important, is it? The story ends a lot differently if the guy saving the day gets shot in the back.

Alright, fair enough. [Ugh, and now he's not there to prevent that exact thing from happening, and it kind of guts him.

But that's why he's here, so. Hopefully, things will work out.

Hopefully.]

Cap's the main guy, though. I kind of can't believe all this isn't in your history books.

[Not in the history books, but somewhere on the comics shelves maybe.]

A little surreal is't it? I was just as shocked when no one had ever heard of the division of NASA I worked for. IASA, International Aeronautics and Space Administration. That's specific to my Earth I guess.

So, you good friends him? Your main guy, Cap? Or doesn't your job allow for that?

[Don't worry, Scott showed him. He's still not sure if he wants to believe the Steve getting frozen in the future thing or not. B(]

Well, I'd never heard of NASA at all before showing up here, so I'd probably've bought it either way.

We grew up together. Been best friends practically since I can remember. [And he misses the hell out of him right now.]

[Bet that talk was awkward.]

Not surprising. NASA wasn't established until 1958. And IASA wasn't until much later.

[And, because Crichton loves stating the obvious.]

Your best friend? You must miss him a lot here.

[You're welcome.]

Working together, that's good though. I was partnered with my best buddy at IASA too, but he was ground boy.

How long's it been since you've seen him?

[Which is being asked in a way that pretty much says he 120% understands how shitty it is to be away from someone like that for like, a couple days, let alone years.]

By now I guess it's been around three year. I haven't seen anyone in that long. My dad worked for NASA too. He was an astronaut before me. God, what I wouldn't give to show him all this. He'd never believe it.

[He smiles a little apologetically. He didn't mean to get so sappy all the sudden.]

What about your family? I hope they're safe?

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