Bucky Barnes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-07-15 08:33 pm
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-07-15 08:33 pm
thirteen ✪ voice & spam
[Bucky sounds somewhere between pissed off and totally burnt out and hollow when he clicks on the comm, because boy, does he have an announcement for you.]
Helena just killed Cosima Niehaus. She jumped her in an empty cabin, she knows her from back home. Sort of.
[It's a little confusing and definitely private, so Bucky doesn't feel like getting into it on a public feed like this.]
I'm bringing Cosima to the infirmary, and I'm not putting Helena in Zero, [Because he's been down there and he's not sure how he feels about it - had he stuck Ben in there? He thinks maybe he did, and it makes him feel a little sick to his stomach - especially given Helena's been locked up before and he doesn't want her thinking this is like that.] But she's on house arrest in her room until I figure out how to get her to cut this shit out.
[Private to Ben]
Can I pick your brain about something?
[Three guesses what it's about.]
[Open Spam]
[After Bucky's brought Cosima to the infirmary and made sure Helena's still in her room, he knows he needs some space. He can't go right into talking to Helena while he's somewhere between furious and emotionally flatlining, because he's mad, but he knows this isn't entirely her fault, and he doesn't know what to do with it, or how to move forward.
Funny, but he thinks he remembers something like this happening forever ago. That might have been part of the reason he'd bothered Ben.
He's pissed. At himself, mostly, so it's easy to head down to the gym, pull off his uniform jacket, wrap his hands and start focusing on beating the shit out of a punching bag instead of thinking about anything else. He'd learned how to box young - his dad had taught him some, and then he'd learned more as he'd got older, partly out of necessity (he could earn money for winning fights, and it never hurt to know how to throw a mean punch when your best friend was hell bent on taking on every bully in New York, let alone Brooklyn) and partly because he'd just been good at it.
So he attacks the bag like he knows what he's doing, because he does, and there's something almost mechanical and vicious about it, not to mention the look on his face. The bag's not in danger of getting ripped out of the ceiling, but it still swings forcefully, maybe even a little more than it probably should.
After a while, he heads back to his room to hose himself off, and hits up the dining hall. He's changed into his Commandos jacket, and slips a couple things into his jacket pockets - an apple, a roll wrapped in a paper napkin - before heading on his way. He doesn't really have time to sit and eat enough lunch for two people today.
Because he does, after all, have two other stops he needs to make:]
[Spam for Helena]
[Once he's calmed down enough to do this the right way, instead of just scowling at her and hoping that did something marginally productive, Bucky heads back to Helena's room. It's part of the reason he'd stopped by the dining hall first, besides just being hungry - maybe the food can act as some kind of peace offering for sticking her in here in the first place.
Even if the reason it'd happened was because she killed someone.
He takes a breath before knocking on the door, just to give her a head's up someone's outside.]
It's Bucky. I'm coming in. [And then he's pushing open the door, not entirely certain of what he's stepping into.]
[Spam for Cosima]
[And after that's done, it's time for the harder part of this messy little operation: apologizing to the person your inmate attacked and killed within like, a couple hours of them showing up here in the first place.
This is made worse by the fact that it doesn't seem like she's awake when he first gets there, which means he's just. Going to awkwardly loiter around trying not to look too out of place or uncomfortable just waiting around here for signs of life or movement. Maybe he should've waited a while longer - he remembers the death toll and how bad it sucks - but he kind of feels like this shouldn't wait, even if it's just a short visit. It's not like either one of them's going anywhere for a while, although she's a little more stuck than he is.
So, hi. There's a stranger sort of awkwardly hanging around your hospital bed, wearing a uniform that might not look entirely unfamiliar to you.]
Helena just killed Cosima Niehaus. She jumped her in an empty cabin, she knows her from back home. Sort of.
[It's a little confusing and definitely private, so Bucky doesn't feel like getting into it on a public feed like this.]
I'm bringing Cosima to the infirmary, and I'm not putting Helena in Zero, [Because he's been down there and he's not sure how he feels about it - had he stuck Ben in there? He thinks maybe he did, and it makes him feel a little sick to his stomach - especially given Helena's been locked up before and he doesn't want her thinking this is like that.] But she's on house arrest in her room until I figure out how to get her to cut this shit out.
[Private to Ben]
Can I pick your brain about something?
[Three guesses what it's about.]
[Open Spam]
[After Bucky's brought Cosima to the infirmary and made sure Helena's still in her room, he knows he needs some space. He can't go right into talking to Helena while he's somewhere between furious and emotionally flatlining, because he's mad, but he knows this isn't entirely her fault, and he doesn't know what to do with it, or how to move forward.
Funny, but he thinks he remembers something like this happening forever ago. That might have been part of the reason he'd bothered Ben.
He's pissed. At himself, mostly, so it's easy to head down to the gym, pull off his uniform jacket, wrap his hands and start focusing on beating the shit out of a punching bag instead of thinking about anything else. He'd learned how to box young - his dad had taught him some, and then he'd learned more as he'd got older, partly out of necessity (he could earn money for winning fights, and it never hurt to know how to throw a mean punch when your best friend was hell bent on taking on every bully in New York, let alone Brooklyn) and partly because he'd just been good at it.
So he attacks the bag like he knows what he's doing, because he does, and there's something almost mechanical and vicious about it, not to mention the look on his face. The bag's not in danger of getting ripped out of the ceiling, but it still swings forcefully, maybe even a little more than it probably should.
After a while, he heads back to his room to hose himself off, and hits up the dining hall. He's changed into his Commandos jacket, and slips a couple things into his jacket pockets - an apple, a roll wrapped in a paper napkin - before heading on his way. He doesn't really have time to sit and eat enough lunch for two people today.
Because he does, after all, have two other stops he needs to make:]
[Spam for Helena]
[Once he's calmed down enough to do this the right way, instead of just scowling at her and hoping that did something marginally productive, Bucky heads back to Helena's room. It's part of the reason he'd stopped by the dining hall first, besides just being hungry - maybe the food can act as some kind of peace offering for sticking her in here in the first place.
Even if the reason it'd happened was because she killed someone.
He takes a breath before knocking on the door, just to give her a head's up someone's outside.]
It's Bucky. I'm coming in. [And then he's pushing open the door, not entirely certain of what he's stepping into.]
[Spam for Cosima]
[And after that's done, it's time for the harder part of this messy little operation: apologizing to the person your inmate attacked and killed within like, a couple hours of them showing up here in the first place.
This is made worse by the fact that it doesn't seem like she's awake when he first gets there, which means he's just. Going to awkwardly loiter around trying not to look too out of place or uncomfortable just waiting around here for signs of life or movement. Maybe he should've waited a while longer - he remembers the death toll and how bad it sucks - but he kind of feels like this shouldn't wait, even if it's just a short visit. It's not like either one of them's going anywhere for a while, although she's a little more stuck than he is.
So, hi. There's a stranger sort of awkwardly hanging around your hospital bed, wearing a uniform that might not look entirely unfamiliar to you.]
spam
[He could see the resemblance in the quick look he gave the network: he'll realize it's identical when he takes a longer look later.]
spam
[One last punch and then he stops, letting out a breath and wiping his forehead on the back of his wrist.] Thanks.
spam
[He tries not to linger on the relief when Bucky stops, nodding instead.]
Let me know if you need an extra set of eyes.
[He's so bored.]
spam
[Sure, he's already got Steve, Ben and Dillon apparently happy to run interference and help damage control, but he's a team player. And he can't be everywhere at once.
He levels a curious look at Bond, and hesitates before unwrapping his hands.]
You that desperate for something to do?
spam
Though I'm not completely certain I envy your predicament.
spam
I'm not dumb enough to turn down help. You know anything about brainwashing?
spam
Some. I've encountered it once or twice. Couldn't say much about undoing it, though. [Bullets are just a really quick way to do it???]
Is she?
spam
Bucky shrugs, glancing away and around the gym for a moment while he gathers his thoughts.]
She got told a bunch of bullshit about how the world's supposed to work for most of her life, so yeah, I'd say she is. I'm not gonna try to say I'm an expert, though.
spam
Bond nods once, leaning one arm against the bag.]
She could probably do with hearing the truth.
[There's a note of irony in his voice, as if to say obviously, what the hell else are men like them supposed to do with that.]
spam
So, when you're not offering to play babysitter, how do you keep busy? When you're not getting your ass kicked in the shooting range, anyway.
[You still like some friendly competition and overconfidence, right??]
spam
I'm starting to wonder if you're brainwashed as well. I never lose.