[Going slow seems to always be necessary when dealing with him, Bucky silently considers. Of course, Sam has the patience to deal with Bucky's issues. At the mention of going through the kit, Bucky carefully seizes the bag and searches its contents for needles, knives, guns, the like. When none are found, he nods and sets the case back on the ground. Everything contained seems benign at first glance and he trusts Sam at his core to not injure him.
So, he sits back and digs back into the memory, hoping the distraction will keep him from reacting to anything Sam does--- an old coping mechanism from HYDRA when being injected and sliced up.
Three figures stand under a tree at a distance in a graveyard. He recognizes one as the man on the bridge, the second was the one wearing wings in the fight on the helicarrier's runway, and the third he doesn't remember but her bright red hair remained etched in his memory now. He can't hear their conversation and his head hurts and he doesn't know who he is. From the edge of the trees, he watches as the redhead hands over a file and a chill runs down his spine. Run. Run now. Run until he can't run anymore.]
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So, he sits back and digs back into the memory, hoping the distraction will keep him from reacting to anything Sam does--- an old coping mechanism from HYDRA when being injected and sliced up.
Three figures stand under a tree at a distance in a graveyard. He recognizes one as the man on the bridge, the second was the one wearing wings in the fight on the helicarrier's runway, and the third he doesn't remember but her bright red hair remained etched in his memory now. He can't hear their conversation and his head hurts and he doesn't know who he is. From the edge of the trees, he watches as the redhead hands over a file and a chill runs down his spine. Run. Run now. Run until he can't run anymore.]