Our hero lies on a hospital bed, dazed and feeling as if nothing could be worse than his situation. His wounds dig deep and his thoughts are deeper. Will he live though this? If so, what would happen after?
He can rarely tell what goes on around him. People come and go, and he barely knows who is who. All he knows is his best friend, who visits regularly. His friend is always somber, looking at him like a pious man looks at a desecrated cross. He looked indignant, and almost vengeful at times; like there was a great need of justice.
Bucky knew what was on Cap's mind. He wanted revenge. He knew they would never get it, though. The Red Skull was long gone. It wasn't like they could just bring him back to kill him again.
Bucky wished they could though. He was probably more angry than Cap, but couldn't express it very well. He found voicing his thoughts very hard, and his mind was often muddled with the medications he was on. The most he could manage was a few quick words and huffs. He chose not to speak very often, seeing as how he might embarrass himself.
Cap had told him all about the how they were stuck in the future. They were rescued by a team called the Avengers. He told Bucky about the extent of his injuries and the estimated time of recovery. He told Bucky all about the Avengers individually and how he had become part of their team.
Bucky listened to this all while lying in the bed in the hospital. Cap said he'd come to visit as frequently as possible, but Bucky thought it could never be frequent enough. He got bored quickly. He got to where he would start to mess with the doctors. Once, he rolled his eyes back into his head and lied still. The doctor was freaked out...until he saw the machine next to the bed.
"Y'know, you had me for a second there." He said. "Almost thought you were having a seizure or something."
Bucky sat up slowly, and chuckled. "Yeah, I figured you wouldn't be fooled for long." He murmured.
The doctor, Don Blake, was a middle aged man with a limp. He had a cane he took with him everywhere. He was fond of Bucky and always came to check up on him, so the kid was never really lonely. For this, Bucky was thankful to the hard working doctor.
He walked over to Bucky and gently pushed him back down on his back again. "Enough of that. Go to sleep or something. You need to lay still. You could still hurt yourself."
Bucky begrudgingly laid back down. He wasn't going to argue with a medical professional.
