My dreams are the worst I've ever had. Images of the Winter Soldier fold in on each other. I see things I forgot happened... Like a door unlocking in my mind. Torture, Slaughter and training others in their use. So much horror. I wake up vomiting, and don't feel much better afterwards. My bad dreams linger...but I wouldn't expect anything else...
[ indie 616/mcu bucky barnes. read appropriate pages before asking to RP. ]
Tony quirked a brow as the assassin moved, shaking his head once more. “That’s not how I work.” He replied, the door locking shut as Jarvis’ security system kicked in, locking the two men inside the room. “Now, Barnes. You and me. Just some good ol’ fashioned revenge.” He uncrossed his arms and held them out a little. “Call me nostalgic but you’ll have to get your information straight from me.” He paused with a smirk. “Handy thing an AI… You’re not going anywhere nor are you giving any orders.”
“Its just you and me.”
As the door clicked closed, James’ eyes rolled, hands shoved the ear piece back into his ear, before he muttered a quick “Do it.” If he wanted to play like this, then Tony was going to get played in just the same way. Dead eyes narrowed slightly “Your little computer is most impressive. Just like your suits.” Fingers tapped a small beat off of the table he was close to, and eyes stooped from their narrowed position “It’s funny that you’ve just allowed her to die, or at least get seriously maimed. I’m going to go for the maiming.”