bakerstreet | picture prompt meme!

(Since the fall of SHIELD and the slight rise of Hydra there wasn’t too many times that Bucky took the times to take a breather. He was almost always on the move. Looking over his shoulder all the time while deciding which way would better confuse anyone that tried to follow. It wasn’t just the not so secret organisations SHIELD and Hydra that were after him. There was governments, they couldn’t deny that he existed anymore, and the not to be forgotten Captain America.

It wasn’t like it was before. There wasn’t heading back to a frozen lock up after a mission was completed. It was the longest since before the fall that he was out in the world. He couldn’t help but have his eyes wander on the changes in the world. His wandering eye was probably what led to him not realizing that the remnants of SHIELD was closing in. It was better that it was SHIELD if it had to be anyone.

Still he was surprised that they were able to take him in at all.

There wasn’t much experience in being a prisoner to people that say him as a person. He was always an asset, a tool be used in whatever way they saw hit.

His gaze moved from his wrist to the man glaring at him and finally to the woman that seemed to be uncomfortable with being in charge. There was a strange feeling at the sound of someone other than Steve saying his name. He looked straight into her eyes. Something more than he had done for the other man in the room.)

I have a choice?

[ Honestly, his question almost makes her laugh, how much it startled her to hear him say it, except that it wasn't funny at all. She feels her breath catch in her throat when he looks her directly in the eyes and asks it, leaving her blinking and suddenly flushed with a bit of... shame?

Clearing her own throat, she shakes her head a little, shifting the tablet in her arms as her teeth run over her bottom lip quickly.] Well, em, not exactly, no. [ Her eyes lift to meet with his again as she tries to sound a bit perkier even if she knows this is a little unfair for him.

Still, he was the enemy, in a way, even if he was a pawn, really.] At the risk of sounding cliche, they are for your own good. We need to make sure that your body isn't experiencing any sort of cellular breakdown and-- [ Less science, more... normalcy] What I mean to say is... We're not quite sure what they've been doing to you or what effects it has on you. [ She glances at a nearby table where her medical equipment lays.] I want to run some analysis on your blood, if that's... [ Well, honestly, he doesn't have a choice, she should probably stop posing it as such.]

I promise that I won't put you through the ringer or anything of that sort. Just a few tests for now and then I imagine you'll want to rest some before they begin their interview. I can insist upon that, if you'd like. [ That is his choice, she can demand he needs the rest before they can start interogatting him. After all, they're not really sure who he is anymore but he used to be Bucky Barnes, trusted friend to Captain America, part of the Howling Commandos. And Coulson, despite his bitterness over what part this man had in the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that who this man used to be garnered some respect.

Perhaps.]

(The expression on the soldier’s face didn’t change as he continued to look at the female scientist. It was said as a question. Although all of them already knew the answer to it. They were within what could only be described as a SHIELD site with an armed guard and countermeasures in case he decided to fight anything. All of that was enough to answer the question without putting any words to an answer.

Although he felt like saying it that way was kind of rude. It was his way of pointing out what situation they were in and what their roles were.)

Then it’s fine.(There wasn’t much else he could say. He couldn’t say that he didn’t want to be poked and prodded. He thought that it might make her feel better if he gave his permission.)

Is that what they’re calling it these days? An interview?

(He wasn’t so sure about everyone else in her group. She might be the bright eyed innocent but he could hardly believe that she was that naive.)

For now, it'll just be one finger prick, [ she promises with a tiny smile, trying to seem encouraging even if she knew that later, there might be more tests. And some not given by herself, even if, now, she was one of the chief science officers in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Her eyes lifted to meet with his once more as he asked his question.] I suppose it will be more like an interrogation. [ No, she's not naive but she does strive to try to make things sound less severe, at times. She turns carefully to reach for the device that she and Fitz designed to extract and analyze blood, a pang hitting her heart as she thought of her friend and lab partner laying in his hospital bed, still unresponsive.]

My name is Dr. Simmons, by the way.

(It wouldn't be like it was with Hydra. That was something that made it better. Knowing that they probaly wouldn't go as far as a Hydra scientist would go. Still the broken soldier looked like he didn't believe that it would be a little prick.

He stared off at the wall as he lifted his human arm. The motions were almost robotic as if done again and again.)

Yeah. (Interrogation was a better word for it. It was closer to the word that he was actually looking for her to say.

It was nice to know her name. He didn't think that he had to introduce himself. She had already said his name and to be honest he wasn't sure he knew what to say back.)

[ It breaks her heart a little, watching him lift his arm like he'd done it a hundred times before, so mechanically that she thought he may have done it a hundred times. She moves to take it gently, making a point of trying to be different than what she imagined those HYDRA scientists were like, turning his arm over so that his palm was facing upward.

She doesn't ask him what he expects. Doesn't he know that after what he'd done, they'd have to question him? Doesn't he know that despite whether or not he had control or memory of it, they'd have to ask, to see what he knew, to see if he was safe to even really be around or set free? He had the serum running through his veins, she had to guess, although she suspected it wasn't the same as what was in Captain America, perhaps some bastardized version.

She'd find out soon enough as she picked up her device and found his finger, her eyes going to his face.] This should only hurt a little. [ Although given what he's been through, it probably won't hurt him at all comparatively. And unless he gives some sort of objection, she'll use the device to take a sample of his blood, although she tenses as if she's nervous he might snap or something.]

(To be fair none of this was what he expected. As soon as he was taking he thought that he would be strapped down. That they would treat him like he was a rabid animal. That he wouldn't see the light of day or hear a kind voice.

He didn't expect that one of them would speak to him like he was a person. That there would be someone kind and see him more than the tool that everyone else saw him as. Nothing more than the attack dog of Hydra.

Although he didn't know why they think that he would say anything. He wasn't a tool of Hydra anymore but he wasn't siding with SHIELD. He stood apart from them all and that was how he wanted it.)

I'll be fine.

Right, of course. [ He gets a tense smile before she does the actual pricking, so to speak. It's quick and easy, hopefully a quick flash of pain and then nothing but a dull throbbing. Just like going to the doctor.] See? Easy. That's all I need for now. Hopefully it'll be enough to run quite a few tests. [ If he looked to his left, he'd see a screen that was already running diagnostics on the sample, almost immediately.]

There's a good... chap. [ She pats his arm awkwardly before she offers him a genuine smile.] Can I get you anything? Water? You're not feeling faint or anything are you? Sometimes people feel faint at the sight of their own blood. Not that I think you would but sometimes-- [ She stops herself from babbling, realizing that he's probably see more than his fair share of blood.]

I can have something brought if you need food or something to drink.

(Simmons would have to do more to the winter soldier than a little prick. It was nothing that would get a reaction from him. After the prick his gaze moved from the wall to his hand. It was like he expected, it didn't hurt much.

He looked up at the screen that was running diagnostics on the blood she had just taken.

Being called a chap didn't get a remark from him. He didn't know what to say to that.)

I'm feeling fine, Dr. Simmons. (He answered he coolly. Not making a remark to her ramblings.) Some water.

Water it is then! [ She glances at Tripett who just shakes his head no, which earns him a sigh from Jemma before she moves towards the mini fridge, pulling out a bottled water to hand to the man sitting in her lab.] Here. I hope this will do.

(It didn't like that the other man in the room thought that she should treat him like an actual human. It didn't bother him much. He didn't care for the other man either. He turned his head to look at Tripett although he knew better than to say anything.

His head turned his head back to Dr. Simmons when she brought over the water.)

Thank you.

[ It was only that Tripett didn't want to go fetch the water or leave Jemma alone by herself.] You're welcome. [ She offers it to him with a nervous sort of smile before she speaks again, glancing at the screen before looking back at him.]

You don't say much do you? [ But before either of them can answer, Tripett comes in, saying he's been buzzed to the bridge. Simmons takes a moment, and a deep breath before tells him not to worry, she's got her panic button and there's a wristband to disable him should he try and funny stuff. Tripett stands there for a long moment, looking unsure and torn, skeptical to the extreme before he pulls her aside. With his back to Bucky, he gives Simmons his Night Night gun from his belt and gives it to her, whispering to her to put it out of reach but to have just in case. He won't be more than ten minutes.

And then he's gone, after giving a look towards Bucky that says "Hurt her and you'll pay".]

He's a wee bit grumpy sometimes.

(Bucky slowly twisted the top off of the water bottle as he looked between the two SHIELD personnel. He didn’t think that he would be left alone with a seemingly untrained employee. It didn’t seem like Tripett wanted to leave her alone with him either. It didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to. Although it was smart not to leave her unarmed. Even with the bracelet on him there was never a problem with being too careful. Especially when it came to someone as dangerous as he could be.)

Was there something you wanted me to say?

[ When she turned around, she was still a yard or so away from him, the gun in her hand.] No, no. I only meant... I suppose I would be quiet in your shoes as well.

If there's something you want me to say... (He started to speak.) then ask me a question.

[ She looks at him for a moment, her jaw going slack for a moment with a loss for words.] I suppose... How do you feel? At the moment.

Do you mean physically?

[ She makes a 'welllllll' face before--] Either or.

After Steve... (He had said his actual name. It had been a while since he had said it. It took him a second to continue the sentence.) fell into the water and the hellicarrier crashed. I needed some time to recover. (It was the one time that he thought they would find him. Not after the fact, after he had healed and was on the run.) I was completely healed when brought in. Apart from some light injury I took when I was brought in, I'm fine.

And you healed at an accelerated rate because... [ she has her suspicions but she wants to hear it from him, to see if he knows what's been done to him.]

(Simmons’ question didn’t get an answer. What he remembered was still hazy in his mind. There were flashes of what his life when he stood beside Steve. He couldn’t say that he remembered everything or what had been done to him.)

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