[ He's seen this glass before, seen this face. Not in the mirror, unless it's the one from the carnival, a caricature made real. One of the eyes staring back at him is swollen shut on one side, but that's his own voice speaking - that's his fist snapping against flesh and bone with sickening force -
The entire floor seems to shake as something scrapes against the floor next to his bed - not his bed, next to the cot. The hole in the wall Bucky brought him to. His shirt is soaked in sweat, heart pounding with the impulse to run as he sits up, tossing his legs over the side of the cot, but it's like a sound coming from another room, paper thin walls separating them. ]
Buck - ? [ His throat is dry, heart still thumping in his chest. ]
oh NO
The entire floor seems to shake as something scrapes against the floor next to his bed - not his bed, next to the cot. The hole in the wall Bucky brought him to. His shirt is soaked in sweat, heart pounding with the impulse to run as he sits up, tossing his legs over the side of the cot, but it's like a sound coming from another room, paper thin walls separating them. ]
Buck - ? [ His throat is dry, heart still thumping in his chest. ]