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.]
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I'm sorry. You had to go through that. [ She clasps a hand to her chest and rubs there, turning her head to face him. ] Guess I can kinda commiserate on the subject. [ With a breathless laugh, she has to admit: ] Cuz it really does hurt like hell.
[ And, yeah, that's not just physically. ]
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[The apology's brushed off with a shrug - he remembers it happened, but the whole thing is like some badly remembered dream, with certain parts a lot brighter and clearer than others. It kind of helps make it easier to deal with, in a weird way.] It happens.
[And he figures now is probably not the time to announce that he's already dead anyway, so who cares, really?]
Look, I'm kind of a pain in the ass [meaning "used to"] when it comes to this whole sitting by someone's hospital bed routine, so- [The grin he flashes her way is friendly and almost normal, like they're not sitting here because he'd been too late to stop her clone from strangling her.] If you wanna sit and talk, or play cards or something, lemme know.
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[ It's not unkind, it's just an observation. Cosima knows that, at the very least, at least she would feel some sort of sense of responsibility, and she figures Bucky does too. Given that, she's not about to kick him out, exhausted as she might be.
Plus, it doesn't hurt to have somebody on standby when you feel like utter crap, however scared out of her shoes she actually is or not.
She's leaning towards 'is'. ]
Well, Mr. Man, nobody's stopping you. [ She settles in with a half a smile of her own, fleeting and quiet, but definitely a smile. ] Why? Did you actually bring cards?
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You'd be surprised how much sitting around waiting for something to happen goes on during a war. A couple of my buddies and I started carrying 'em around for when we got bored.
[And he'd usually kept one nearby back home, too, for when Steve was laid up with a cold or whatever else.]