[ He's got no damn idea how long he slept. His body isn't a great indicator, that delayed onset muscle soreness just keeps carrying over from repeat overuse and now everything feels stiff. Aching, tight.
To put it another way, he feels like he's gotten the everloving shit beat out of him repeatedly and now he's making pikachu meme in his head over it.
He wakes up when Steve reels himself out of bed, what with the fact that he's not exactly the most graceful human being on the planet right now. Considers following him for all of four seconds before deciding any amount of effort is too much. He spends his time instead zoning out, gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling but not taking in a single speck of it.
While he isn't always the biggest fan of the changes the future forced upon him when he arrived here, there's no denying that right now he's grateful for the ability to turn on the projected version of a television without moving a single damn muscle to do it.
He listens while Steve cooks.
Hasn't felt this relieved in a long time. He knows they'd go back out, whether it was right now or the next morning. Knows they'd keep at it until it was done one way or another, but it's over. Thank Christ.
When he gets back, Bucky summons all of the willpower left in his entire damn soul to push his elbows back and slowly drag himself up to a sort-of upright position, if you're being generous about the definition of upright. ]
I've been telepathically asking you to bring that in here instead of making me get up for the last ten minutes. It worked. I'm pretty sure I have a new power.
[ His voice is scratchy from sleep (how much? still not sure), and while the words are a joke his tone is almost inflectionless. ]
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To put it another way, he feels like he's gotten the everloving shit beat out of him repeatedly and now he's making pikachu meme in his head over it.
He wakes up when Steve reels himself out of bed, what with the fact that he's not exactly the most graceful human being on the planet right now. Considers following him for all of four seconds before deciding any amount of effort is too much. He spends his time instead zoning out, gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling but not taking in a single speck of it.
While he isn't always the biggest fan of the changes the future forced upon him when he arrived here, there's no denying that right now he's grateful for the ability to turn on the projected version of a television without moving a single damn muscle to do it.
He listens while Steve cooks.
Hasn't felt this relieved in a long time. He knows they'd go back out, whether it was right now or the next morning. Knows they'd keep at it until it was done one way or another, but it's over. Thank Christ.
When he gets back, Bucky summons all of the willpower left in his entire damn soul to push his elbows back and slowly drag himself up to a sort-of upright position, if you're being generous about the definition of upright. ]
I've been telepathically asking you to bring that in here instead of making me get up for the last ten minutes. It worked. I'm pretty sure I have a new power.
[ His voice is scratchy from sleep (how much? still not sure), and while the words are a joke his tone is almost inflectionless. ]