The Soldier smiled Bucky's smile. He was wearing a mask, another man's expression and voice, and Rogers wasn't able to tell the difference between the mask and reality. So much for best friends. So much for sorry.
He sat back on the bed, watching Sam closely.
"Here, Steve." Sam passed the glass off to Steve then made a hand gesture- something like I'm going to watch. Be careful.
Sam stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut. He wasn't about to risk letting the Soldier out, even with that collar. Because that little jolt that Steve had passed off, Sam recognized for something going wrong. He had watched back the tape of the Soldier using Bucky's voice, but that was more word choice and accent than anything. The man on the bed not only sounded like Bucky, but had Bucky's loose, easy movements and broad smile.
Sam had learned to trust his instincts and his instincts were screaming that something was wrong. If that hadn't been Bucky in there, Steve would realize that too - that their prisoner wasn't who he had been just a moment ago.
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He sat back on the bed, watching Sam closely.
"Here, Steve." Sam passed the glass off to Steve then made a hand gesture- something like I'm going to watch. Be careful.
Sam stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut. He wasn't about to risk letting the Soldier out, even with that collar. Because that little jolt that Steve had passed off, Sam recognized for something going wrong. He had watched back the tape of the Soldier using Bucky's voice, but that was more word choice and accent than anything. The man on the bed not only sounded like Bucky, but had Bucky's loose, easy movements and broad smile.
Sam had learned to trust his instincts and his instincts were screaming that something was wrong. If that hadn't been Bucky in there, Steve would realize that too - that their prisoner wasn't who he had been just a moment ago.