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 other man’s hostility was recieved loud and clear. And while he should drop the conversation as any other person would, the younger man was now within his jurisdiction. ]
“— I’ll be seeing you around.”
“Yes you will, Mr Wayne.”
[ the smile is sickly, somewhat demented. he’d have his own way when the night came. sipping down the rest of his drink, the winter soldier stood from his seat, making his way towards the door ]