The lab was cold and quiet on that night. Most of the technicians left earlier afternoon for a holiday break.
Essential staff stayed, and most of the guards. Never too many guards.
As one of the most important missions in Soldier's career finished with a spectacular success, he was left alone on his "favourite" chair while the command kept on celebrating. No orders were given as what to do with him next, after a general check-up.
Bored soldiers stood in front of James with their faces slowly expressing more and more irritation and confusion.
The lab kept on giving all of them creeps. There was a standard six of them, but they knew that if something went wrong, that may not be enough.
Cold, blue eyes stayed still with occasional glances on each and every guard. Bucky was not requireing about his entertainment.
"You think he ever blinks?" Murmured one of the guards and froze for a second as Soldier's look pinched him immediatelly.
"Of course he blinks, he blinked right now..." Replied guard to the right of the chair. He served in the lab the longest and had the biggest balls of them all.
"Dammit, he keeps on staring at me now..." Whispered the first guard and continued aiming his cocked gun right into Soldier's chest. His fingers shivered slightly, because of a long shift and anxiety gathering in his heart.
"You drew his attention, what do you think he would do?" Said the third guard, standing just next to the scared one. He always felt more relaxed about the Soldier, he could never properly explain why. People were telling him that it's stupid. He just guessed that in reality they are all safer in his presence than back at the war front...
"Well, now three of us talked and he still keeps on piercing me with these damn eyes." Uttered the concerned one. "I wish I could have a smoke..." He sighed.
"Yeah, maybe you and Winter Soldier could have a smoke?" Chuckled the one on the left. "Maybe we should take this poor boy for hookers, what do you think, guys? His junk could fell off because of this freezing!"
All of them giggled quietly, except the anxious one. Corner of his lips trembled in panic.
Bucky moved.
Fixed guns rattled. Everything went silent.
They all could see powerful muscles tensing. He was always kept with bare chest, maybe to make him easier to kill. The Soldier swept the lab with a slow movement of his head, as if he was assessing the situation.
The guard in front of him felt his heart stopping, when emotionless eyes skimmed through his face. None of them dared to move during the longest five seconds of their life.
Bucky finished scanning and settled himself a bit more comfortable. He looked down, on the floor covered with old tiles. They seemed different than last time he was here. He frowned a little, staring to the ground.
They all started breathing again.
"Fuckin moron..." Muttered the scared guard. "One more joke about his junk, and I'll fuckin kill you myself."