"You're not a person any more if you don't have a Heart."
His eyes are hard and intense. It makes his shoulderblades prickle with danger to talk about this stuff even with people he trusts, but he's not about to let someone potentially this dangerous just walk away without knowing what he's doing.
"The Nazis took mine over months of torture, conditioning, and brainwashing. You want to start now, or later?"
Bacall suddenly flaps her wings and squawks in alarm. Brainwashing, conditioning, torturing. Mycroft freezes and turns a ghastly shade. His mouth opens and closes, his words failing him.
Half of it was shock and disappointment, not that he was expecting James Barnes to actually do anything to him, and the memory of only a few days of that, which this man clearly had to endure.
That's what he had to say, that's the strongest reaction to possible torture and to being no longer able to recognise his own kin? This man is evil, soulless, and Bucky can't hold himself back any longer.
Mycroft might be able to notice, just before it flies towards his face in a fist, that one of the hands sticking out of the bottom of his hoodie sleeves is shiny and metal.
He's not used to putting himself in situations where he himself is vulnerable to attack, even after Norfinbury, and only a panicked cry of alarm from Bacall at the last millisecond was his only warning as she tried to take flight, but it was too late. He manages to register something shiny and metal before pain, then nothing at all.
He's knocked clean out, crumpling to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, a terrific, swollen bruise beginning to form on one eye. Blood trickles from cuts on his eyebrow and face. Bacall flops over in a similar fashion, her wings splayed out.
For all that Bucky knows he can be overly cautious, some would say paranoid, he's not wrong here. This is someone who talks about having a Heart or losing one as an inconvenience, and even a part of him would consider that he might do this to someone else if the circumstances were right.
He should kill him.
He almost does.
He bends down and even gets his hands on Mycroft's head preparatory to snapping his neck before he stops himself, this... this isn't him, he's not going to be a killer. Instead he pulls Mycroft up and over his shoulder into a fireman's carry, and picks up the vulture by the feet in his other hand.
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His eyes are hard and intense. It makes his shoulderblades prickle with danger to talk about this stuff even with people he trusts, but he's not about to let someone potentially this dangerous just walk away without knowing what he's doing.
"The Nazis took mine over months of torture, conditioning, and brainwashing. You want to start now, or later?"
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Half of it was shock and disappointment, not that he was expecting James Barnes to actually do anything to him, and the memory of only a few days of that, which this man clearly had to endure.
"I..."
He swallowed. "I'm admittedly disappointed."
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That's what he had to say, that's the strongest reaction to possible torture and to being no longer able to recognise his own kin? This man is evil, soulless, and Bucky can't hold himself back any longer.
Mycroft might be able to notice, just before it flies towards his face in a fist, that one of the hands sticking out of the bottom of his hoodie sleeves is shiny and metal.
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He's not used to putting himself in situations where he himself is vulnerable to attack, even after Norfinbury, and only a panicked cry of alarm from Bacall at the last millisecond was his only warning as she tried to take flight, but it was too late.
He manages to register something shiny and metal before pain, then nothing at all.
He's knocked clean out, crumpling to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, a terrific, swollen bruise beginning to form on one eye. Blood trickles from cuts on his eyebrow and face. Bacall flops over in a similar fashion, her wings splayed out.
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For all that Bucky knows he can be overly cautious, some would say paranoid, he's not wrong here. This is someone who talks about having a Heart or losing one as an inconvenience, and even a part of him would consider that he might do this to someone else if the circumstances were right.
He should kill him.
He almost does.
He bends down and even gets his hands on Mycroft's head preparatory to snapping his neck before he stops himself, this... this isn't him, he's not going to be a killer. Instead he pulls Mycroft up and over his shoulder into a fireman's carry, and picks up the vulture by the feet in his other hand.