[ he doesn't need to speak Sokovian to know what that word means. For his part, Bucky is mad, insane with desperation as he tries in vain to pull blocks of rubble loose. Even with his enhanced strength and Vibranium arm, he can only chip away pieces with his fingers or punch dents in the masonry. Gravity has pressed the debris too tightly together, and in his blind rage, he punches until the stonework smears dark red and his fist aches.
He howls, a feral shout of animal emotion when it becomes increasingly obvious he can't free them. All his training, all the brutality he endured, rendered useless under the weight of the building above.
Shaking, he tips forward, forehead resting against their new prison wall. His breathing is shaky, ragged, teetering on the edge of a breakdown. He can't be left here alone to die again, he can't. Even knowing Zemo is with him does little to quell the lizard-brain fear threatening to overwhelm him. Even the murmuring trickling from his lips serves little function other than giving his brain some sort of process to manifest so Bucky stays coherent. ]
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He howls, a feral shout of animal emotion when it becomes increasingly obvious he can't free them. All his training, all the brutality he endured, rendered useless under the weight of the building above.
Shaking, he tips forward, forehead resting against their new prison wall. His breathing is shaky, ragged, teetering on the edge of a breakdown. He can't be left here alone to die again, he can't. Even knowing Zemo is with him does little to quell the lizard-brain fear threatening to overwhelm him. Even the murmuring trickling from his lips serves little function other than giving his brain some sort of process to manifest so Bucky stays coherent. ]