[ Once the vibranium lights up again, he rotates the arm, feeling it settle back into place with an edge of relief. Tugging his shirt back on, he feelsโ whole again, thankfully no longer paralysed.
And at Daisy's offer, he hesitates before accepting and also giving a grateful murmured Thanks, doc โ because James Barnes might be combative with his therapist, but he does tip his hat to doctors โ and then he wanders off to find the bunk. It feels odd, not being closely-supervised or watched with wary mistrust. He passes the occasional agent who blinks wide-eyed at him, but he's so recognisable with his arm visible, so they don't challenge his presence on the plane โ maybe word's already gotten out that they've scooped up a stray.
He goes down the narrow hallway, eventually finds the living quarters, and stands there taking it in for a moment. The lines of bunks do have privacy but they're small, cramped, not exactly sprawling luxury.
But that makes it feel far more familiar to him. He isn't exactly built for comfort. He unlaces and toes off his boots and then settles into Daisy's bunk, all six feet of his height sprawled out; he stares at the bobbing hula figurine, which starts to move as the plane starts to hum around them, powering up for takeoff.
He should probably be more worried about where they're headed, the unknown of what's coming next, but he's too tired for it, and he supposes is SHIELD is a good enough place to stay for now.
Bucky never sleeps well, but that droning hum is soothing, the faint vibration lulling him almost hypnotically into a doze. He closes his eyes, feeling the aches and twinges of pain starting to settle in. They'll heal quick, given his capabilities โ but that doesn't change the fact that right now, it hurts. His body feels like a weary and battered machine. With an arm tucked behind his head, he drifts off slightly while waiting for Daisy to get discharged โ but he's hyper-aware enough about his surroundings that he'll jolt awake again when she approaches. ]
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And at Daisy's offer, he hesitates before accepting and also giving a grateful murmured Thanks, doc โ because James Barnes might be combative with his therapist, but he does tip his hat to doctors โ and then he wanders off to find the bunk. It feels odd, not being closely-supervised or watched with wary mistrust. He passes the occasional agent who blinks wide-eyed at him, but he's so recognisable with his arm visible, so they don't challenge his presence on the plane โ maybe word's already gotten out that they've scooped up a stray.
He goes down the narrow hallway, eventually finds the living quarters, and stands there taking it in for a moment. The lines of bunks do have privacy but they're small, cramped, not exactly sprawling luxury.
But that makes it feel far more familiar to him. He isn't exactly built for comfort. He unlaces and toes off his boots and then settles into Daisy's bunk, all six feet of his height sprawled out; he stares at the bobbing hula figurine, which starts to move as the plane starts to hum around them, powering up for takeoff.
He should probably be more worried about where they're headed, the unknown of what's coming next, but he's too tired for it, and he supposes is SHIELD is a good enough place to stay for now.
Bucky never sleeps well, but that droning hum is soothing, the faint vibration lulling him almost hypnotically into a doze. He closes his eyes, feeling the aches and twinges of pain starting to settle in. They'll heal quick, given his capabilities โ but that doesn't change the fact that right now, it hurts. His body feels like a weary and battered machine. With an arm tucked behind his head, he drifts off slightly while waiting for Daisy to get discharged โ but he's hyper-aware enough about his surroundings that he'll jolt awake again when she approaches. ]