Steve was highly perceptive and he knew Bucky, his Bucky, better than anyone. He also knew the Soldier, having spent months staring at him and talking to him. He schooled his face to a cool neutral, though it had already clicked that he was dealing with the Soldier. He did not want to implant himself as the Handler, he needed to keep himself separate from that, and he didn’t want to implant himself as any fantasy member of this little drama he was going to have to play out here.
So he rose from bed, tilted his head in Bucky’s direction, and nodded at him to follow him into the hall.
“I’m glad you finaly showed up,” he said, as if this was a scheduled meeting. There was HYDRA in their midst but he needed to neutralize Bucky first before he found them. And that would require getting him someplace that he could be restrained until he fought off the programming.
He hadn’t been wiped, after all. He was triggered, but that would pass. Or so he hoped.
“I need all the help you’ve got making sure our silo is upkept. You said you could check the upper lofts? Just call down to me what you see up there,” Steve said, hanging out just inside the door of one of the grain silos that the Vanir had provided for them.
His every intention was to lock Bucky inside. It would hold. And then he’d have some work to do.
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Steve was highly perceptive and he knew Bucky, his Bucky, better than anyone. He also knew the Soldier, having spent months staring at him and talking to him. He schooled his face to a cool neutral, though it had already clicked that he was dealing with the Soldier. He did not want to implant himself as the Handler, he needed to keep himself separate from that, and he didn’t want to implant himself as any fantasy member of this little drama he was going to have to play out here.
So he rose from bed, tilted his head in Bucky’s direction, and nodded at him to follow him into the hall.
“I’m glad you finaly showed up,” he said, as if this was a scheduled meeting. There was HYDRA in their midst but he needed to neutralize Bucky first before he found them. And that would require getting him someplace that he could be restrained until he fought off the programming.
He hadn’t been wiped, after all. He was triggered, but that would pass. Or so he hoped.
“I need all the help you’ve got making sure our silo is upkept. You said you could check the upper lofts? Just call down to me what you see up there,” Steve said, hanging out just inside the door of one of the grain silos that the Vanir had provided for them.
His every intention was to lock Bucky inside. It would hold. And then he’d have some work to do.