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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[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.