Bucky Barnes

Bucky was supposed to be hidden, no one has been able to find him for years no matter how hard they looked. He was safe in Budapest, he knew the language and he blended in. That is until an unexpected rumor goes around about him bombing a building in Vienna and now the CIA are on a manhunt for him. He knew it wasn't him and so did Steve Rodgers, that's why he showed up in Bucky's apartment in Budapest and came with a warning to get out without a fight. That didn't go as planned since it always ends in a fight when it came to Bucky.

They end up running in the road, fighting against one another. The CIA eventually shows up and arrests them, sending them back to New York and having Bucky locked in a compartment that will shock him if he tries to escape. He sits still as the 'psychologist' talks to him "Hello, Mr. Barnes. I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you. Do you mind if I sit? Your first name is James?" The man says calmly, almost too calm. Bucky ignores him, not wanting to give this man any attention. The man speaks again "I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James? I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James." Bucky finally glances up at the man and mutters gruffly "My name is Bucky." The man sighs and looks down at his notebook, reading something as if studying it. "Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?" He asks him.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You fear that… if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry.." The man looks down at his tablet on the table and presses a button. "We only have to talk about one." The power goes out, everything going off, the pod Bucky was in, the cameras and recording devices, at least they were off long enough for the man to get what he needs. "What the hell is this?" Bucky asks, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks around, clenching his first

The man speaks up and removes his glasses "Why don't we discuss your home? Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no. I mean, your real home." The man picks up his notebook, a red one with a black star in the middle. Bucky immediately recognized it, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Желание." The man says, standing up and holding a flashlight to read from the book. "No.." Bucky mutters, closing his eyes tightly, his brain rushing in with memories of being the Winter Soldier. The people he killed and the way they looked as the color drained from their faces. "Ржавый." Bucky's head falls back roughly and he groans "Stop." The man walks around the pod and Bucky clenches his first, his metal arm making a slight whirring sound. "Семнадцать." The man watches Bucky as he speaks, knowing exactly what monster he's releasing. "Stop." Bucky says, louder this time. His head hurts, trying to block Helmut Zemo out as he speaks. "Рассвет." That was it. Bucky lifts his arm against the restraints, his super serum coming in handy. He breaks free from the restraints on his metal arm. "Печь. Девять." Bucky breaks his other arm free, placing one hand on the side of the pod as he punches the glass with his metal hand. The glass starting to break. "Добросердечный." Bucky punches harder, his heart pounding, the blood rushing in his ears making everything hurt. His jaw is clenched hard as he grunts, trying to break out of the glass. "Возвращение на Родину." Bucky punches hard, the glass beginning to give out under his fist. "Один. Грузовой вагон." Bucky breaks the pod door off, the glass shattering everywhere. He lands on his knees, his fists on the floor. "Солдат?" Zemo asks him softly.

"Я готов отвечать."

(Blank!)