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[wipedclean]

[He probably should have done this as text. But he started the video, and he doesn't feel like changing it now.

Bucky's hunched over, clearly sitting in the middle of his apartment floor, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, his hair hanging in his face. He's curled in on himself, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

He looks awful.]

Steve is gone. I. I looked everywhere. For days. But he's gone.

[Angrily, he pulls his sleeve across his eyes and shakes his head.]

I can't... I don't... I don't know what to do without him.

[He sinks in on himself.]

I can't stay here. But there's no way out. What am I supposed to do?

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[survivethis]

[His odd words get a raised brow from her. Acceptable parameters? Is he a machine or something? He looks human, but that might not mean anything. It might be rude to ask.]

What mission?

[wipedclean]

I was supposed to kill them or enable their capture.

[It's muffled, because he's got his sleeve-covered hands over his face now.]

I arrived here in the middle of it.

[survivethis]

[His words are a little hard to make out, but she thinks she gets the idea.]

A lot of people here had things they were doing. I want to get back home, too.

[wipedclean]

But we don't have any control over who goes home.

[He sighs.]

It's better that he's gone. But I don't like it.

[survivethis]

I'd feel the same if it was one of my friend's.

[Glad they've gone home so they're not here, but missing them the moment they're gone.]

You never know when any of us might go. Maybe you'll see him again soon.

[wipedclean]

[He nods slowly. He doesn't know if it would better for him to go home or for Steve to come back. Neither is a good option.]

Maybe.

[He shakes his head a little, scrubs at his face.]

Thank you. For talking.