Video;; Old Man Yells At Cloud

[reconstitution]

WHO: Bucky (Winter) & You!
WHERE: Inescapable Hell Boxes, ig
WHAT: Video & Action to Cohorts
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: Bucky Barnes has a potty mouth


[ When the video feed opens up, it's a face that hasn't been around for an entire month. He's unshaven, trying to keep the scowl off his face because it's not anybody's fault this shit always seems to happen to him, but here we are. Winter starts off just scratching at his beard to collect his thoughts. ]

Alright. First thing's first.. What the fuck is going on?

[ Thoughts scattered to the wind. All semblance of control of this situation gone. Good job, Barnes. A+. He huffs, looks off toward the room he's in for a moment, and regains focus. ]

Someone want to fill me in on the current situation? Can't say that I've got a passion for waking up in strange places with no memory of it happening.

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in the hell box

[pileofspirits]

[oh. hello there, yelling friend. Phalanx isn't in the room where all the noise is taking place, but they are just around the corner. enough so that once there's a lull in the yelling, their soft voice wanders its way into the room from where they are, tucked just out of sight.]

...No memory of it happening...

[reconstitution]

[ jumpingjesusonapogostick. He nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden presence of a voice. His shoulders tense, and it takes everything in him not to whip his head around. Instead, he peeks over his shoulder in the direction of the voice, trying to be the face of calmness.

...Ah. He remembers this, though it felt like some sort of fever dream. There had been a fever, anyway. ]

...Happens sometimes. Not something I'm very fond of.

[pileofspirits]

Sometimes? Sometimes. Not all the time...

[there's the sound of cloth and bare feet shuffling across metal before they peek around the corner a little. not actually enough to see out from under their hood, though. it's probably the thought that counts.]

Us too. Sometimes.

[reconstitution]

[ He's resigned to the fact that he half-remembers this strange figure from the hospital. Looks like it's going to stick around.. Winter screws his eyes shut in the hopes that when he looks again, it'll be gone, but life isn't that good to him.

Fantastic. ]

..Yeah. Seems like we could form a club at this point, you an' me.

[ He probably seems insane right now, talking to an empty room. ]

[pileofspirits]

[there is some part of Phalanx that is always surprised when anyone talks to them, so you won't find them arguing a case for his sanity.]

Are you ghosts, too? Are you dead? [there's a happy tone to their weird, soft voice when they ask. almost playful.]

[reconstitution]

[ It's a vague enough question even when it probably shouldn't be. He knows the Winter Soldier is something of a ghost story, and he did little more than haunt vital points in history in order to shape the future in a way he had no control over. ]

I was, once.

[pileofspirits]

[that answer gets the ghosts to shuffle all the way around the corner now, and they sit down right where they're at, all folded up in their cloak of rags. part of their face is visible under the hood now, just peeking at him with one flat-black eye.]

Not anymore? Are you alive? Living or not?

[reconstitution]

[ The eye is unnerving, but he just stares right back. ]

I've still got a pulse somehow.

[pileofspirits]

Living. Probably. [this is their expert opinion. and they scoot along the wall, still on the other side of the room but getting a little bit closer.]

How did you come back? Did they bring you? Back to living--or moving.

[reconstitution]

[ Oh good, the ghost is moving closer. Fantastic, that's just what he wanted. ]

I'm not a normal human. They kept me alive.

[pileofspirits]

Oh. [they look spooked, falling still and staring at him as if they know exactly what he's talking about.]

Kept alive, not normal... did you used to be?

[reconstitution]

Once. A long time ago, before the war. Even had two normal arms, too.

[pileofspirits]

[they murmur nervously, and it's in an acknowledging tone. maybe agreeing. and they shuffle another step closer, drawing a clumsy box around themselves with a finger to try and help themself explain something they can only partially remember.]

Were you in... did they put you in...? Did they trap you?

[reconstitution]

They did. For years, and I couldn't get away.

[ He still has nightmares about the cryo chamber, the ice sinking into his veins until there was nothing but pain and then sleep. ]

[pileofspirits]

[the being finally stops getting closer when it's approaching what is usually considered a normal, human distance for conversation... but there's something about the fidgety, uncertain air of their body language that says they want to get closer.

they just manage to keep themselves sitting where they're at, wrapping their arms around themselves and huddling down as if they're cold instead.]

The walls were thick. Did someone let you out?

[reconstitution]

[ He can't help but eye the figure suspiciously with its twitchy movements but stays where he is. ]

Sometimes.

[pileofspirits]

[big, lightless black eyes get even wider at that answer, staring at him like a child listening to a story.]

Sometimes? Like, again and again? Did they catch you, take you back?

[reconstitution]

Mmm. For years and years. They got in my head, made me obey. Brought me out to play and threw me back into the cold and dark until they wanted to use me again.