[Tom's been laying on the bed trying to get used to the fact he's trapped in a place he can't leave--can't even fly away from--and now he's somehow supposed to live in a tree. A big tree...but still a tree.
And then someone was coming in through his window and Toro jerks up, flying over the bed and a hand is already burning bright with a fireball to throw right at--]
...Bucky? [He's staring. Staring hard. His eyes are wide with disbelief because this can't be real. He sounds like Bucky. Not Fred pretending with the skill of a seasoned actor. Not a robot. It's...He'd almost forgotten what Bucky's voice really sounded like.]
Only here for a few hours and already the sick jokes are starting? [He doesn't mean to say it, but he knows it doesn't give anything away. Whoever this jerk is, they won't know about Bucky, but they'll know what happened to "Bucky." That Fred was shot and wouldn't be wearing that uniform.]
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And then someone was coming in through his window and Toro jerks up, flying over the bed and a hand is already burning bright with a fireball to throw right at--]
...Bucky? [He's staring. Staring hard. His eyes are wide with disbelief because this can't be real. He sounds like Bucky. Not Fred pretending with the skill of a seasoned actor. Not a robot. It's...He'd almost forgotten what Bucky's voice really sounded like.]
Only here for a few hours and already the sick jokes are starting? [He doesn't mean to say it, but he knows it doesn't give anything away. Whoever this jerk is, they won't know about Bucky, but they'll know what happened to "Bucky." That Fred was shot and wouldn't be wearing that uniform.]