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jaмeѕ вυcнanan вarneѕ ([personal profile] wipedclean) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2016-12-07 10:32 pm

video

[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?
feelslikeimspilling: I can float here forever❞ (✖ s i d e  e y e)

[personal profile] feelslikeimspilling 2016-12-28 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was hard for Will, he knew he couldn't replace his friend, he'd never even met the man, but to see the reaction Bucky had in wake of him leaving?... It pained Will as if it was his own broken heart sitting there hugging it's knees on the floor.

The small connection of eye contact was also hard, Will wouldn't normally do such a thing, so it was actually good to see Bucky reciprocate and bothered to look. Though Will wished he hadn't... In those few seconds, Will took it all in. Buckys need to be vacant, to have his feelings removed and not have to deal with them.

He was a programmed killer, wasn't he? Will remembered the chair and what its implications for Bucky meant to him. That was it! They needed to get out of the house for this one. ]


... I need you to kill for me... Can you do that?

[ Will had a plan. ]