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Daisy Johnson, Agent of SHIELD ([personal profile] chuju) wrote2021-02-08 09:42 pm
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- need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

[personal profile] exsto 2021-02-26 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
He's been told to expect more bad days than good for the first little while. It's still a reprieve, no matter how off-kilter the day to trauma episode ratio manages to swing. But, it's going on 13 months and things have been good. Bucky really feels he's making progress until Shuri requests him back at Mount Bashenga.

Removing HYDRA's program was proving to be a bit more difficult and after some stress tests, that progress was knocked back several steps leaving Bucky feeling angry and erratic and unstable. Enough that they had to subdue him and put him in a room and let the episode lose its momentum naturally; he had the tools necessary to do that but he had to take control of his own mind for them to work.

Only it was looking as if he couldn't get through it on his own.

Shuri considers who to call, knowing that someone will need to pull him out and after some thought and realizing Steve Rogers was too far in hiding to be able to help, she remembers someone else who helped the soldier more than she likely expected.

So, she calls Daisy Johnson.
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[personal profile] exsto 2021-02-26 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Without his arm, he poses no real physical threat to anyone and that was very much something Bucky wanted in place as soon as they took him out of were still there, even if the words that activated the Winter Soldier weren't. Now after over a year, he's not sure he'll ever be rid of HYDRA.

Shuri leads Daisy towards a door and when she opens it she listens, then lets out a sound of relief as she nods vaguely in the direction of where the agent will find him. "Just be careful, Agent Johnson. I would not have called you had I felt you could not help him out of this. But I cannot be sure who you will get in there."

An agonizing cry bellows down the hall, one that seems to convey his pain in an almost palpable way. It's only when Daisy sees him that she might understand how horribly stuck he had to feel to be pressed into a corner of the room, a bloody hand holding the side of his head while fingers tangle in dark hair; his face twisted and contorted in silent suffering.

The closer Daisy gets, she will hear him mumbling over and over as his breathing becomes more laboured and irregular.

"Just get out of my head.. get out of my head... get out of my head... I need to get out of my head..."