β thereβs a lot of darkness in you, but thereβs light, too. you seem troubled. β β dagger.
she reminds him of someone, though the sensation is ephemeral--unplaceable, transitory, and therefore, useless. nothing is important but your mission, echoes the voice of a handler in the recesses of barnes' mind, an old man whose face would only come to him if he saw it in a blurry old file. so bucky compartmentalizes the feeling, and lets it go.
the symbiosis between her and her companion--her friend? her other half? bucky did not know, and did not ask; he was a sentient being, rather than some maliciousness tucked away inside of her, and therefore it was not bucky's business--nearly bothered him in ways he could not explain. it wasn't quite as oppressive as that, but it roused questions he would not voice: did the other yearn for freedom when confined like this? or were they perfectly content in their shared equivalency? what was it like?
it wasn't the same as the winter soldier, not at all. tyrone had his own body, once, from what he understands; he was his own man. the soldier was a boogeyman bred of a fragmented identity, some violent thing that only served death.
' it's kinda creepy when you do that, kid. ' despite his words, bucky's tone is gentle, and not particularly condemning. he'd never enjoyed being seen. ' it's not somethin' you need to worry about. everything that happened to me is long out of reach. '
