Bucky... not the Asset. Not anymore. He was mentally picking up on what Rogers had called him, Bucky. Bucky was not much of a sleeper anyhow. He'd done too much of that off and on for decades and if he could manage with naps here and there, he would. His naps however were restless and he felt like figures were standing in the shadows of his mind, so he didn't really bother to sleep much. Not right yet.
Instead he patrolled round the edge of the center of the Library, deciding he wanted to take care of some things, clean up monster problems, if they were there to deal with. The normal things.
Only, he hadn't gotten very far when he had to stop, turning to look around behind him. It felt as someone just passed there. A figure or something. Like they were coming out of his dreams and into reality.
His eye twitched as something came to mind. memory perhaps? Figures standing over him. At first he thought it was the cold storage chamber, which he remembered much better now, and he didn't want to. He thought it might have been medical things, doctors, the chair. That dreaded chair.
But this was different. His memory was simple. A look up at the sky, a figure leaning over him. A hand offered down to him. Someone offering him a lift up. Bucky stood still a moment, confused, thinking, trying to grab the memory and keep it. There had to be something there. No... it wasn't a hand offered down to him, but a fight coming down on him. at that moment his hands balled up, ready to fight.
He turned, looking around this section of the library, hearing something snicker as it ran past. Not a shadowy figure this time. His eyes stayed sharp as he tried to recall the memory still. His arm came up, blocking the hits. A blond kid came diving into the fight, scrawny but angry looking. Rogers? ... Steve.
He grunted, turning around in annoyance. He swore something was standing behind him, but there was nothing there. The figure wasn't hovering over him anymore. the boy was scrambling to get to his feet, to take chase. Bucky... he stood swiftly, throwing an arm around the smaller kid and hauling him back. Bucky remembered he yelled something at the retreating kids back, and told... told the scrawny kids off for something. He told him... told him...
Damn. Turning he pulled one of his knives and flung it, hitting a short monster like figure in the chest. A goblin, maybe? He'd ran into a lot of them before, but they were never this close to the center of the library.
"What the hell is going on..." He said as he yanked the knife out of the fictional monster. It would be gone by tomorrow. Where there more of the little ankle biters? He felt like figures were hovering around him.
The fact that it was at least fifteen degrees colder in this spot didn't even hit him. Not yet at least. He noticed it but it didn't really hit him yet.
2 with some three elements...
Instead he patrolled round the edge of the center of the Library, deciding he wanted to take care of some things, clean up monster problems, if they were there to deal with. The normal things.
Only, he hadn't gotten very far when he had to stop, turning to look around behind him. It felt as someone just passed there. A figure or something. Like they were coming out of his dreams and into reality.
His eye twitched as something came to mind. memory perhaps? Figures standing over him. At first he thought it was the cold storage chamber, which he remembered much better now, and he didn't want to. He thought it might have been medical things, doctors, the chair. That dreaded chair.
But this was different. His memory was simple. A look up at the sky, a figure leaning over him. A hand offered down to him. Someone offering him a lift up. Bucky stood still a moment, confused, thinking, trying to grab the memory and keep it. There had to be something there. No... it wasn't a hand offered down to him, but a fight coming down on him. at that moment his hands balled up, ready to fight.
He turned, looking around this section of the library, hearing something snicker as it ran past. Not a shadowy figure this time. His eyes stayed sharp as he tried to recall the memory still. His arm came up, blocking the hits. A blond kid came diving into the fight, scrawny but angry looking. Rogers? ... Steve.
He grunted, turning around in annoyance. He swore something was standing behind him, but there was nothing there. The figure wasn't hovering over him anymore. the boy was scrambling to get to his feet, to take chase. Bucky... he stood swiftly, throwing an arm around the smaller kid and hauling him back. Bucky remembered he yelled something at the retreating kids back, and told... told the scrawny kids off for something. He told him... told him...
Damn. Turning he pulled one of his knives and flung it, hitting a short monster like figure in the chest. A goblin, maybe? He'd ran into a lot of them before, but they were never this close to the center of the library.
"What the hell is going on..." He said as he yanked the knife out of the fictional monster. It would be gone by tomorrow. Where there more of the little ankle biters? He felt like figures were hovering around him.
The fact that it was at least fifteen degrees colder in this spot didn't even hit him. Not yet at least. He noticed it but it didn't really hit him yet.