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. ]
The female took a step back, clearly embarrassed by her collision. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she waited for a response from the male in uniform. Oh, he was in uniform. She had rudely run into a soldier, which only caused her blush to redden. However, as soon as he spoke, a wave of relief fell over her. Lost, yes. She was very, very lost. A gentle smile graced her features and she nodded slightly, throwing in a small shrug of her shoulders for good measure.
“A bit lost, yeah. Happens more often than you’d think.“
"You remind me of my friend Steve.”
She looked lost, but James couldn’t say much else about it. There were plenty of people that got lost around these things. Howard Stark didn’t exactly make them easy to navigate around. The first one of these, Bucky had spent hours walking around trying to find an exit. It just happened. Resting a hand on her arm slightly, Bucky gave a small smile and motioned towards the exhibition lights.