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Date: 2020-05-03 11:37 am (UTC)
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Winter's heartrate spikes so suddenly that there's a whine from the monitoring system and Shuri places the stress toy in his metal hand so that Winter can squeeze it and hopefully bring his heart rate back down. He remembers the scans she mentioned so he belatedly nods at that part, before looking at the Captain with wide eyes.

Stay, he signs, giving the toy a squeeze, and then adds for better measure aloud, "Please."

'Please' is an important word and one that Winter uses often when he's feeling overwhelmed or overstimulated. He's on the edge of both, now, and that's just at the idea of having the mask off. He moves the stress toy between one hand and the other before looking at Shuri.

"Hurt?"

Her eyes are compassionate as she nods. "There's not a whole lot we can do about that, unless you want a sedative." He usually doesn't, but he's unsure about this, about whether or not it'll help, and so he glances at the Captain again to see if his friend has any opinions on whether or not he should be drugged for this.

Date: 2020-05-04 03:46 am (UTC)
praeteriens: (mask; focused)
From: [personal profile] praeteriens
'Do what you feel the most comfortable' the Captain says and Winter feels his mind reach for white space. What makes him feel most comfortable is this: the Captain's hand in his, the Captain's whole attention on him. It makes him the most comfortable and the most on edge all at the same time.

Because he wants that attention, focused on him, and simultaneously doesn't know what to do with it. What he could've done to deserve it.

But in the moment, there's the question of sedation, which Winter nods to. "Drugs," he says to Shuri. Might as well do it.

He holds onto the Captain's hand as they work the needle into his veins. The drugs are like a cloud, distancing him from the reality of what's happening to him, and that's fine. Skies are blue. Clouds exist. The Captain's eyes are not quite the color of the sky.

Shuri laughs, just a little. He probably said that aloud, or at least some part of it.

He closes his eyes so he can stop commenting on colors and clouds.

He hears the whine of drills but he can't feel it. He can feel the Captain's hand in his still, and that's good. The drill continues, the monitors beep.

The mask is off.

He keeps his eyes closed.

Date: 2020-05-04 05:39 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] praeteriens
Winter opens his eyes when Shuri asks the Captain if something is wrong, but the colors are too sharp and watery all at the same time, so he closes them again. The Captain clears his throat. The techs and Princess Shuri continue.

He can tell he's bleeding in the face and his jaw feels weird without the weight of the mask. He blinks his eyes open just as the Captain speaks again.

"Me?" He asks weakly. How could the Captain know him?
Edited Date: 2020-05-04 05:40 am (UTC)

Date: 2020-05-04 06:20 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] praeteriens
'Grew up staring at it' gets Winter to open his eyes sharply and stare at the Captain. Steve. Since there's names (he has a name? not just a title?) now maybe he should call him Steve.

Ugh. Captain is better, in his head.

"Me?" He repeats, because. Well. "I saw him. In the museum." He watched the Captain the same way that Winter watches the Captain. He smiled, easily, but was haunted a little.

The room spins, slightly, and Winter squeezes the Captain's hand again, before leaning into his arm. "Okay." Whatever it means, it's okay.
Edited Date: 2020-05-04 06:20 am (UTC)

Date: 2020-05-04 07:02 am (UTC)
praeteriens: (long: :s)
From: [personal profile] praeteriens
Winter - James - Mr. Barnes, what even is that - frowns a little softly at the idea of Steve in his rooms. They're still a blank space except for some art that Princess Shuri gave him and plants from the Widow. "Not much to see," he says tiredly, but shrugs.

There's a whole process of standing and being upright which is...weird. The room spins and it takes the arm on his to keep him upright. Then he nods. If the Captain wants to see his room, then that's fine. "No food there." A beat. "Wait on the knife trick." Since he can't do it right now.

He wonders what they'll have to talk about.

Date: 2020-05-04 07:30 am (UTC)
praeteriens: (long; ponder)
From: [personal profile] praeteriens
"Okay," he says to...all of that. He isn't sure what name he's supposed to go by now, but Bucky sounds like a cartoon, not a person. He does lean into the Captain though, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment.

"Remember...some stuff." He remembers a smaller version of the Captain and he remembers being strapped to a bed and seeing the Captain above him and thinking he'd died and gone to heaven or something because here was...

And then the memory clears out, so he doesn't know what else. He keeps walking but he shuts his eyes and allows himself to lean against the other man and take that gait on himself. It's easier than the strange looks they get from the occasional person in the hallways.

Also he wants to see the Captain's rooms if he's being truthful.

Date: 2020-05-04 08:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] praeteriens
He liked that the room was warm, that it didn't remind him of anything terrible or anything cold or frightening. It was just the Captain's, and a small voice in his own head (in his own voice) informs him that the art he tries to peer at and almost faceplants into was drawn by Steve's own hand.

He looks at his hands, the metal and the flesh, and turns them over. Could he make art like that? Probably not. But it's interesting to think about isn't it?

His vision is a little too blurred to make out the art on the walls without moving from the couch, which feels like a poor idea at the moment.

Sitting up when the Captain returns, he takes the water bottle and tries for carefully, but he's so thirsty that it's difficult until his throat protests. He can feel the bones in his jaw repairing themselves, and it makes him want to clench and unclench his jaw.

Steve is watching him, he can tell even just from glancing out of the corner of his eyes, and that makes Winter feel...weird. Only a little. He likes it more than it's weird, he realizes.

"Thank you."

He stares for a moment, blinks, and looks away. "He watched you. Barnes. In the video. In the museum."

Date: 2020-05-04 09:33 am (UTC)
praeteriens: (long; I might belong here)
From: [personal profile] praeteriens
"I watch you," he said, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "I watch out for you." During the mission, mostly. "Not the same thing."

Watching Steve's face while he talked about Bucky James Barnes was interesting. Winter reached out and touched the Captain's cheek, curious about the change of color. It was then that he remembered he'd been asked a question, but even running the statement back took him a moment.

Now it's his turn for his face to feel hot, and his eyes go a little wide as he nods.

Date: 2020-05-04 10:10 am (UTC)
praeteriens: (long; but the future is already known)
From: [personal profile] praeteriens
The massage gives Winter enough time to try and collect his thoughts about why there is a difference between watching and watching out for. He lets his eyes slide shut as his jaw is massaged, opening and closing his mouth as instructed, only opening them again when he's asked a question.

"Better." It does feel less tense and pained. He swallows and picks up the water again, but before he tries to drink, says: "Watching is different. Watching out for means there is a danger. Watching is just to watch."

Date: 2020-05-05 06:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] praeteriens
Winter nods. He has come to terms in his own way with the idea that he might not remember his life, with HYDRA or before, but then again based on what he's been told? There's not a lot of good to remember, there.

But a life lived with Steve Rogers would be worth remembering. Growing up with him. They were close, but he wonders how close?

The idea of asking sets him on edge. It might just make the Captain sad and he doesn't want that.

"TV." He likes television, likes the variety of stories and the brightly-colored animations and dramas that meant nothing in the real world. He avoided wartime stories though. "What's your favorite?" He wants Steve to stay with him.

Date: 2020-05-07 08:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] praeteriens
"...what kind of war is a Star War?" Bucky asks a bit slowly. He frowned as Steve stood up, blinking a few times. Does he want anything?

Yes. Now seems like the ideal time to practice asking for it. He's going to be stuck here anyway while he heals, and the Captain just asked, so.

"More water. And. You to stay."
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'All this stuff in outer space' has him deeply frowning his confusion at Steve. That was the worst explanation he's gotten for anything.

The suggestion to lay on the other man sounds ideal at this moment, so after he takes the bottle and Steve is settled sitting on the couch, he leans slowly until his head has hit the blond man's shoulder. It takes a few more moments to adjust that into some semblance of a comfortable position, but once he does, he sighs.

"Let's watch a Star War."

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