[As the words continue, Bucky grits his teeth against the whole-body shudder that sears through him. No. Not- Not again- and then it's gone. His resistance disappears the moment the final word leaves Sam's mouth. The Soldier blinks, leaves Bucky behind- crouched in the mental link in even more pieces than before- but the programming is exposed. Instead of buried beneath snow and ice, the gears have emerged from the fragmented earth, bloody and burned away in places, but in tact enough to be visible and accessible.
The Soldier responds, this time without even the slightest affect, his voice devoid of emotion.]
no subject
The Soldier responds, this time without even the slightest affect, his voice devoid of emotion.]
Ready to comply.