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readytocomply[It had been the right thing to do. For everyone. He wasn't safe, couldn't trust himself, and while he hadn't wanted to do it, it had been the only choice. But he's been in and out of cryostasis enough to know when coming out this time isn't the same. It's not the same room. The same doctors. The cityscape outside is far from what he'd last seen. It's not just that that's off - it's how he wakes up. Relaxed, naturally, like he'd slept the whole night through, and there's nothing normal about that.
The telepathic earplugs don't bother him. The signing up to be a Legionnaire doesn't bother him. Not knowing where his best friend or anyone else is does. So when he's cleared by the medical team he uses the network to find answers. Bucky's face is half-hidden when the feed starts, voice low, and he wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary.
He was on shaky ground and he needed something to steady him.]
Name's Bucky. I'm looking for someone. Steve Rogers.
[It's risky to put it out there like that. He doesn't know these people and he's been alive long enough to know that even the brightest smiles can be hiding the worst secrets. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]
He might go by Captain America.
[Just in case he's alone here, he adds a little more.]
If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.
[There's a brief pause.]
I don't wanna talk in person. Here's fine.
[ooc: Bucky's new and sworn in - he may change his mind about that later. He tends to swap to text at random.]
The telepathic earplugs don't bother him. The signing up to be a Legionnaire doesn't bother him. Not knowing where his best friend or anyone else is does. So when he's cleared by the medical team he uses the network to find answers. Bucky's face is half-hidden when the feed starts, voice low, and he wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary.
He was on shaky ground and he needed something to steady him.]
Name's Bucky. I'm looking for someone. Steve Rogers.
[It's risky to put it out there like that. He doesn't know these people and he's been alive long enough to know that even the brightest smiles can be hiding the worst secrets. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]
He might go by Captain America.
[Just in case he's alone here, he adds a little more.]
If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.
[There's a brief pause.]
I don't wanna talk in person. Here's fine.
[ooc: Bucky's new and sworn in - he may change his mind about that later. He tends to swap to text at random.]