Restraints - James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark

When the dark-haired man comes in to 'check his restraints', James is sure they're all out to get him. He was sure of that before, but this has just proven it. Of course, they had to send this man with his smart mouth and ever-present snarky remarks that just make James want to bash his head against a wall. His hands twitch at that thought, balling into fists and desiring nothing more than to lock around Tony Stark's throat. The glare he's sending Stark's way must make his violent thoughts crystal clear, but he decides he needs to speak regardless. "Trust me, if they were loose enough for me to escape you'd be dead by now."

The man doesn't seem to even miss a beat and it's infuriating. "You know, your face will stay like that if you're not careful. Having said that, I think it might just be too late for you." Confusion wrinkles the Winter Soldier's brow. He's not used to people taking his threats - or warnings - so lightly.

"I have many skills. Looking pretty isn't one of them." He knows he's attractive, sure, but that's never been something that's factored much into his life or the way he carries himself. He's a weapon, first and foremost.

"So I've heard. Lying prone on the floor must be a great asset to your resume," Stark quips and it makes James' blood boil. He wants to kill him - to tear him down, destroy him, prove to him that the man is less than nothing. Perhaps his hatred is irrational but it drives him and gives him purpose. He thinks a moment before he makes his reply.

"Maybe not, but putting a bullet in your brain would be." He's agitated and he needs to be free. He can't remember a time when he was ever restrained like this, and yet it feels so familiar and there's just a hint of panic trying to sink its claws into him that grows as the hours pass. A weight on his chest, a fear that ties his stomach into knots, something that he can't understand. "Do you have any intention of releasing me or are you just here to enjoy this?"

"Well, since Thor broke the TV, you're my only source of entertainment right now."

This is a joke to him. A game that James doesn't know the rules of and never wanted to play to begin with. He's made to kill, not to trade verbal barbs with Americans who had shockingly and embarrassingly gotten the better of him. He still owed Captain America for that one, and he intended to repay that debt in full. He might have broken the man's nose but there was much, much more in store for him if ever got his way.

"Then find another one." James' tone should be enough to indicate that he's not in the mood to put up with much more from Stark, but right now he's a captive audience and there's very little that he can do about it.

"You know, I was wondering what on Earth I would do while I miss Desperate Housewives. And by sheer coincidence, you turned up. There's a higher power at work here, Barnes. You were sent to entertain me."

James actually rolls his eyes at this because he can't believe how anybody could be so egocentric, but it really shouldn't surprise him. He's been schooled on the faults of these Westerners for so long that he should have expected as much. "They're tight enough. Just go."

"Speak up, Barnes. You're mumbling."

He raises his voice now, thoroughly enraged and just wanting to be left alone. "Go. Away."

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

There's the sound of the door being shoved open. James turns his head and its Captain America, whose real name he can't remember or never knew to begin with. The man seems to think he knows James, but his own memory is a blank when it comes to the Captain. Clearly it's all a lie meant to manipulate him. The Captain gives Stark a stern look.

"Can I have a word with you, Tony?" His tone seems to imply that he means business and the look he gives James is almost protective. He doesn't understand it but for now he's just relieved that Stark is walking away from him and toward the door. Finally, some peace and quiet again.