Bucky let's Steve do the talking for a while. He had had his own encounter with the memory transitions. The woman he had met on his second day, Natasha, he had been in her head and watched as someone her memories recognized as him came after her with a metal arm and an assortment of weapons to rival a Hydra base.
Before realizing it was her memories he had half thought the drugs had caused him to hallucinate an alternate personality to go along with his recent actions and his new arm. But that had been cleared up to fill him in with tiny slivers of information about the weapon he would become some day.
Another reason he had upped the dosage of the pills.
He listened to Steve's story, holding his own comments and watching his friend recount the tale with a steadily more furrowed brow. Corpore Metal. The soldiers who had welcomed him into their fold. The man who had given him a new arm and a new lease on his functional life. It must have been a mistake or a miscommunication, what Ingridson had said. Things were not always what they seemed to be on the surface in the complex.
He cleared his throat when Steve finished and tried to start at the beginning.
"Somehow I don't think Stark would be any more understanding of what is happening here than either of us. The man is a genius, but the technology here is beyond even his mechanical magic. And since when do you have anything against him?"
Stark had seemed like a good guy to Bucky, and he had provided them with better weapons and tools to fight Hydra. He never noticed any animosity between the genius and the soldier, but maybe he had missed something.
"Are you sure this Ingridson wasn't just a decoy. It could be someone in the Complex decided to take him out when they found out he was a member. It doesn't make sense they would give him a rigged prosthetic before he turned coat on them."
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Before realizing it was her memories he had half thought the drugs had caused him to hallucinate an alternate personality to go along with his recent actions and his new arm. But that had been cleared up to fill him in with tiny slivers of information about the weapon he would become some day.
Another reason he had upped the dosage of the pills.
He listened to Steve's story, holding his own comments and watching his friend recount the tale with a steadily more furrowed brow. Corpore Metal. The soldiers who had welcomed him into their fold. The man who had given him a new arm and a new lease on his functional life. It must have been a mistake or a miscommunication, what Ingridson had said. Things were not always what they seemed to be on the surface in the complex.
He cleared his throat when Steve finished and tried to start at the beginning.
"Somehow I don't think Stark would be any more understanding of what is happening here than either of us. The man is a genius, but the technology here is beyond even his mechanical magic. And since when do you have anything against him?"
Stark had seemed like a good guy to Bucky, and he had provided them with better weapons and tools to fight Hydra. He never noticed any animosity between the genius and the soldier, but maybe he had missed something.
"Are you sure this Ingridson wasn't just a decoy. It could be someone in the Complex decided to take him out when they found out he was a member. It doesn't make sense they would give him a rigged prosthetic before he turned coat on them."