Yeah. Well. Most people you don't know wouldn't touch you while you're awake. [Or, you know, that's been Bucky's experience at least. He's been manhandled plenty over the decades and it's been roughly the same every time - they're scared he'll attack instinctively if he's conscious so they put him under. To be fair, he exhibits more red flags than a slalom event on a ski slope, so maybe Lee shouldn't take everything he says as gospel. But it's nice to have a couple of redeeming qualities, like being a warrior capable of making breakfast.]
I think this is our designated house. [There's pictures that he can't remember being taken, but honestly, what's new here? He can't remember shit. The clothes fit a little too well. If they really knew him they would have put him on the floor instead of on the bed, where he inevitably woke up in a panic, but. Everyone would have woken up in a bit of a panic regardless.]
Can't find the lady in the photograph, but. We probably should. [He's not mentally ready to grapple with the prospect of having a fake wife just yet, but. If there is a woman or multiple women running around town having a full on meltdown or attacking all the locals or planning her escape, they should probably. Regroup and strategise, at least.]
Um. Everyone's important. [Worst fake dad ever coming out swinging apparently. Maybe he should ask himself more often what Steve would do in this kind of situation. At least he doesn't try to fake a smile?]
But. They did take my arm. [He leaves out the whole, not a supersoldier anymore thing. The arm part is obvious, they can talk about it a lot more freely, but the latter, not so obvious. And frankly a whole lot less believable than someone ripping his arm off. He's not a scientist or a wizard, but he's pretty sure it's not possible to-- unsynthesise his blood or whatever.]
It's-- I'm a military asset. My arm is worth a quarter of a billion dollars in raw material alone. [Bucky has made some observations about Lee and how much he knows about American society in 1960, but he thinks the concept of money is so universal that Lee can understand what kind of scale they're talking about. It's kiiiiind of important for him to find his arm? But also, it's built by Wakanda, and Wakanda had a killswitch to detach it, so Wakanda probably knows it's been detached and has a way to locate it. Figuring out suburbia and getting everyone who doesn't belong here out safely is probably the top priority right now.]
We need to watch the others, see who we can talk to. Can't trust anyone else here. [So that's three things. Find the lady. Find the arm. Extract information and/or find allies, but assume that everyone's drunk the Stepford kool-aid until proven wrong. Lee's got this, right?]
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I think this is our designated house. [There's pictures that he can't remember being taken, but honestly, what's new here? He can't remember shit. The clothes fit a little too well. If they really knew him they would have put him on the floor instead of on the bed, where he inevitably woke up in a panic, but. Everyone would have woken up in a bit of a panic regardless.]
Can't find the lady in the photograph, but. We probably should. [He's not mentally ready to grapple with the prospect of having a fake wife just yet, but. If there is a woman or multiple women running around town having a full on meltdown or attacking all the locals or planning her escape, they should probably. Regroup and strategise, at least.]
Um. Everyone's important. [Worst fake dad ever coming out swinging apparently. Maybe he should ask himself more often what Steve would do in this kind of situation. At least he doesn't try to fake a smile?]
But. They did take my arm. [He leaves out the whole, not a supersoldier anymore thing. The arm part is obvious, they can talk about it a lot more freely, but the latter, not so obvious. And frankly a whole lot less believable than someone ripping his arm off. He's not a scientist or a wizard, but he's pretty sure it's not possible to-- unsynthesise his blood or whatever.]
It's-- I'm a military asset. My arm is worth a quarter of a billion dollars in raw material alone. [Bucky has made some observations about Lee and how much he knows about American society in 1960, but he thinks the concept of money is so universal that Lee can understand what kind of scale they're talking about. It's kiiiiind of important for him to find his arm? But also, it's built by Wakanda, and Wakanda had a killswitch to detach it, so Wakanda probably knows it's been detached and has a way to locate it. Figuring out suburbia and getting everyone who doesn't belong here out safely is probably the top priority right now.]
We need to watch the others, see who we can talk to. Can't trust anyone else here. [So that's three things. Find the lady. Find the arm. Extract information and/or find allies, but assume that everyone's drunk the Stepford kool-aid until proven wrong. Lee's got this, right?]