seventy-six.
When Bucky awoke, the first thing he noticed was the throbbing pain in his head, then all at once, the pain from all over his body hit him like waves beating against rocks on the shore. His legs ached and his chest felt heavy, and above all of that, his arm was on fucking fire. When he looked down, he felt the panic rise in him like bile when he saw that it was gone, no trace of the vibranium in sight.
Somewhere in his mind, he was back in the snow at the bottom of a cliff after the fall he thought would be his last. Somewhere in his mind, he was panicking at the thought of being trapped again... They both were. Despite being two totally different people trapped in one mind and body, they both had one common enemy, and that was Hydra. They wouldn't let themselves be captured again.
He tried to sit up only to be yanked back to the bed. When he looked, he saw the thick leather strap holding him captive, but the wild breath in him was slowed when he heard a voice calling his name. He wasn't sure where exactly to look for it, so he just looked wildly in search of the voice he seemed to know.
Finally, directly to his left was another bed with the young boy he recognized. He was strapped down too, and maybe for good reason, he looked erratic, on the brink of tears.
It was like something in him, in them, snapped into place and the panic was replaced by worry. Why was he strapped down? How long had they been here? Where was here? Was Peter okay?
He called out to the boy, who seemed to just be repeating his name to himself. What he was saying sounded eerily familiar, and it was only after a moment of really straining to hear the boy's rambling did he manage to hear him correctly.
"Parker-Rogers-Romanoff-Barnes-Stark, Peter Benjamin, 435106S560."
Bucky almost wanted to smile, not just because the boy had taken on and added all of the last names to his own, but the fact that he was using his passport number in place of a serial number. But hearing the boy's hoarse voice made him go back to being worried instead.
"Peter."
The boy flinched and turned his head to look and when Bucky saw his face he was nothing but angry. The right side of Peter's face was bruised and swollen and his eyes were full of tears. Bucky could only imagine the pain he must be in, and what the extent of his injuries might be.
Peter's bottom lip quivered as Bucky took in the sight of the straps holding him to the hospital bed, and Bucky wanted nothing more than to be out of his bed to hold the boy.
Peter's broken voice called "Dad," and Bucky struggled against his restraint. He could get out of here, if only he had his other arm...
"Peter, what happened? Where are we?"
Peter shook his head. "Wade and... And Eddie. They saved us. We would've been killed..."
"Who the hell is Eddie?"
The door opened and in stepped a tired looking blonde, munching on a sandwich. "Sleeping Beauty's finally awake, huh? Good. I'm here to tell you what your problem is. Your Banner guy? Not the top tier. If you arrest him, I don't think you'll ever catch the real big bad."
And Bucky, poor guy, just turns to look at Peter. "Who in the fuck is this guy?"