[Filtered away from Steve & Ben]

[Bucky seems physically fine when he clicks on the video feed. Port had been a couple different kinds of hell, but he's had to be uncomfortably familiar with different kinds of hell and so it's more or less easy to just push everything back and keep soldiering on.

Even if there's something a tiny bit distant or strained in the smile he flashes the camera, he's clearly in the mood to poke a little fun at his best friend while doing something quasi constructive and nice for him, because God knows it's been a while since they've actually done something for either of their birthdays. There's a war on, you know.]

So if the calendar's right, Steve's turning ninety six on Friday. Which is the Fourth of July. [Yeah, that's right, Captain America was literally born on Independence Day, how's that for coincidences? Or destiny or whatever.]

I need a hand getting him a cake. I've never actually made one before, figured it couldn't hurt to ask if someone wants me to owe them a favor. [He has realistic expectations about what a cake baked by him would taste like.

Normally, he'd ask Ben about something like this, but with Alex gone? He doesn't want to rub salt in that wound. :c]

[Filtered to Scott & Stiles]

Do you guys remember the USO shows? From the flood? Or the comics, or whatever.

I've got a favor to ask.

[This is totally going somewhere, feel free to get suspicious Scott if you also got dancing monkey memories alongside punching HYDRA in the face and shit. c8]

[Spam for Steve]

[Bucky is exhausted. He hadn't slept much in port, he's filthy and sore even if he's not actually hurt beyond a few scrapes and bruises, and so after clicking on his comm long enough to make sure Helena and Morgana made it back, too, it's almost hard to force himself up and out of his room.

Almost, but at the same time, it isn't at all, because he's spent the last ninety six hours or so worrying about Steve and trying not to, and the last seventy two or so hours actively looking for him without anything close to success, and he just feels like he's been run over by a tank. Nearing the end, he'd heard Zola's voice so clearly, it's like he'd been standing right there, and he still feels tense and on edge and miserable. He's never found it easy to just sit around when grappling with this, and God knows he really wishes he never had to think about this again.

So he doesn't even bother to change out of his Commandos uniform or ditch his weapons before he's out in the hallway looking for Steve, heading for his friend's room. He's slower on the stairs than he should be, but his eyes are alert and he doesn't look as bad off as he could be, so it's probably best to focus on that.]

[Private to Helena and Morgana]

You alright?

["Are you back on the ship?" is what he really means, and he sounds just as worn out and hollow as he had in the last couple hours before they'd come back, but at least some of the wariness is gone. The threat of being attacked is marginally slimmer here.]

[Friends Filter*]

[This comes later - maybe a day or so after port ended - because he'd needed to sleep and eat something that wasn't D-rations or Power Bars, so he sounds a little less flat and worn out.]

How'd everyone make out?

[Private to Scott]

[Scott deserves a second message though]

Kid, you'd better be packing an inhaler next time we head out for something like that. [Read: you scared the hell out of me.]

[ooc: If you think your character should be on the friends filter, they are!]

[Spam for Helena and Dillon, Day One]

[It's the fact that he starts feeling like he's going to fall asleep, or maybe pass out, not the sudden darkness that sets him the most on edge. It's a good thing, too, because it means he lunges for his pack once he realizes what's happening and grabs for Steve with his other hand, knowing that he doesn't want to go in to whatever this is without either one.

Later, he's not sure if he managed it or not, if the reason he wakes up and thinks he's alone is because he'd been too slow, too thrown off by whatever was happening to them before the crash. But either way, it's still dark when Bucky wakes up, and he's still got his pack with him - which has been crammed full with extra supplies without being overloaded because he's not an idiot, he knows how to be smart about this - but he's definitely missing something else.

Or, you know, someone else.]

Steve?

[He keeps his voice quiet at first, because he has no idea where he is or who might overhear it, but when a response doesn't come, he carefully moves to get his feet under him, his pack on his back, and his hand on a weapon.]

Steve?

[Spam for Helena & Dillon, Day Two]

( it's alright to scream, I'm screaming too )

[Spam for Helena, Day Three]

( there's a killer, and he's coming after you )

[Public, Voice]

[This was supposed to be filtered, but either Bucky forgot (unlikely) or the network is fritzing out badly enough to mess up locks (more likely). He's still keeping his voice down, and there's sort of a tense urgency to his voice that's somewhere between calm and not panicked, but definitely not centered.]

-eve, if you can hear me, I'm fine. I'm [zzzzzztt] - Dillon and- [zzzzzztt] -ena. Where are you?

[And a while later, there's another message, which was originally intended to reach Ben, Stiles, Scott, and pretty much anyone else Bucky's become chummy with, but again, is public.]

Everyone okay? [zzzzzzzzzzzzzztt] - we're dealing with?

[ooc: Bucky also asked the Admiral for D-ration chocolate bars, feel free to assume he passed one to your character if they're friendly at all.]