[Breathe in. One-two-three-four-five. Breathe out. One-two-three-four-five. Warmth pours through the link, scrubbing away at the caked-on chill, barricading against the programming that, too, hums in his head. Orders. Report.]
(The sheets're too soft. Left arm's gone.) [Bucky pauses as he mentally tallies: one, two--- breathe in. One-two-three-four-five.] (My boots--- they're laced up and I've got wool socks on.
[Static crashes through the mental barrier, a tidal wave of programming washing through him.]
no subject
( The sheets're too soft. Left arm's gone. ) [Bucky pauses as he mentally tallies: one, two--- breathe in. One-two-three-four-five.] ( My boots--- they're laced up and I've got wool socks on.
[Static crashes through the mental barrier, a tidal wave of programming washing through him.]