[Bucky ends up against the wall a couple of feet from the bed, crouching naked in a pose that's all tension and deadly intent. His eyes are glazed and all he can really see right now in the dimness of the room is another person, he's not quite cognisant enough to know who that person is. His nerves are singing with the sudden adrenaline rush and it's making it harder to disengage from sleep and come back to reality.
But that wasn't Pashto, that voice spoke in English. Smart, sending in an interrogator who knows his language to try and set him at ease. They tried that a few times, even got an American defector in. He's not going to be fooled, but he will at least switch languages himself.]
Where is it?!
[His gun. His ammunition. He's groping at his side, but of course there's no weapon there.]
no subject
But that wasn't Pashto, that voice spoke in English. Smart, sending in an interrogator who knows his language to try and set him at ease. They tried that a few times, even got an American defector in. He's not going to be fooled, but he will at least switch languages himself.]
Where is it?!
[His gun. His ammunition. He's groping at his side, but of course there's no weapon there.]