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This isn't at all where he wanted to be.

His day started like normal. He got up, he ate breakfast, he did his workouts. Had some lunch. Wrote some more in his journal after reading through the notes and the memories that slipped through the cracks of that door in his head. It was more and more everyday. He left in that state — as the Winter Soldier — but remembering Steve... it's like it reset something in his head. Unlocked that door, in a way. It's just jammed now. But when he dreams... things seem to come back.

It was when he went outside when things went south. He just went out to buy more plums, but someone recognized him from a newspaper. He'd been framed for bombing the UN.

When he got back home, Steve was there. They fought, they ran. A guy with claws caught up to him, and he was forced to fight him and run. For a minute there, he actually thought he would get away.

And now he's in a box, strapped to a seat, wondering when they'll come let him use the bathroom. Or feed him, for that matter. Though, he was told they were sending a psychologist to come talk to him.

He doesn't blame them for locking him up like this. He's dangerous, after all. But, man, it sucks. They could've at least given him a book. Put on a movie. All he has to look at is a table and chair, and the cameras in his box.

Finally, though, the psychologist comes in. He doesn't want to talk him; this is absolutely stupid, it won't change anything. But at least something new is happening.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes," he says. "I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you. Do you mind if I sit?" Bucky says nothing. He sits anyway. "Your first name is James?" Bucky still says nothing. "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 sighs. This is going to get annoying. "My name is Bucky." That much he knows for sure. The rest... he worries it isn't real at all. Or hopes, for some of it.

"Tell me, Bucky... you've seen a great deal, haven't you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"You fear that, if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop." What? No... Maybe. Who is this guy, anyway? "Don't worry. We only have to talk about one."

~_~_~_~_~

Bucky was on the screen, the psychologist asking him questions, getting little answers. Kate was messing with the hem of her shirt, focused on Bucky's face. He looked tired, but there was something in his eyes. Maybe fear. Maybe guilt. The screen was too far away to tell. It just now hit her, that that's Bucky Barnes up there, talking, alive, when the cameras and the lights go out.

In moments, the emergency red lights come on. Everett groans, talking into his walkie talkie. "Great — come on, guys, get me eyes on Barnes! Go!"

Tony starts doing something with his glasses as Kate and Nat hurry over to him. "FRIDAY, get me a source on that outage."

"What'd she say?" Kate asks.

"Still looking. Apparently, power's out far and wide. Not just this building."

Someone comes over the PA, speaking in German. "What's he saying?"

"The east wing is compromised," Nat replies.

"Bucky."

~_~_~_~_~

All the lights go out, leaving only the red emergency light to allow him to see. People have to be coming in here any minute, surely. But the psychologist seems calm. He's responsible for the power outage. So what's he here for? "What is this?"

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