January 26th, 2015
Outpost 54, Bermuda

Bucky leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen, running a hand through his hair with a scowl. After being briefed the day before, it was like that scowl was now a permanent fixture on his face. It was official. MONARCH is filled with crazy sons of bitches who like to keep Godzilla- no, TITANS from all around the world as slumbering pets. What the hell were these people thinking, keeping these things slumbering and not kill them?! It's a disaster waiting to happen, is he, Sam and Steve the only ones who could see that?

He shook his head, still scowling and took a sip of his slowly cooling coffee that sat in the mug he had blindly grabbed for. His mind went miles upon miles a minute, angrily cursing the higher ups of this organization for making these decisions. He knew that, sooner or later, another Janjira, another Honolulu, another San Francisco, will happen. There will be more civilians in the crossfire and thus there will be more civilians dead.

"You shouldn't scowl like that or you're face will just permanently remain that way forever."

He looked up from his coffee and standing there was the familiar form of Tony Stark. The worn white muscle shirt had smudges of oil and grease and the same could be said about the sweatpants the smaller wore. He watched as Tony made his way over to the coffee maker, peered into it and, after assessing the contents, he shrugged and poured himself a mug and sipped it. He made a face at the taste but didn't complain about it and simply took another sip, resulting in the same face.

"Morning." Bucky grunted after a moment, sipping at his own mug.

"Yeah, yeah, morning to you too. What I said still stands scientifically."

"I highly doubt that."

Tony just shrugged. "So, what got you all scowling, Mister Soldier?"

"Shouldn't it be obvious?"

"Maybe, but I wanna hear what's wrong with you from you."

Bucky eyed the other for a moment, the scowl deepening before he huffed. "All these outposts with fucking monsters sleeping right in the middle of all of them. Should've all killed them when they had the chance. Nothing good can come out of keeping these things alive, especially the one this place is suppose to monitor."

"Now was that so hard?" questioned Tony with a raised eyebrow before his gaze got serious. "For the record, I don't agree?"

"Of course you wouldn't." Bucky muttered. "You're just like everyone else here. Can't harm your precious monsters."

"Didn't Ishiro give you his speech yet?"

Bucky's scowl turning into a blank look answered that question.

"Can't believe I'm pulling an Ishiro...okay. These monsters as you call them have been here long before we were. Like, world being radioactive on a daily basis long before. Are there bad ones that could just overrun the Earth? Sure there was, that was the threat a few months ago in San Francisco with the MUTOs. The threat back in the seventies with the SkullCrawlers from Skull Island. There's also good ones so to speak, like Kong and Godzilla-"

"Godzilla is not good!" Bucky snapped at the other, glaring. "He is just like those MUTOs and all those other fucking creatures!"

"Godzilla is a protector of his territory. That's Earth in its entirety. Have you seen him at all since the battle with the MUTO Prime? Has he risen up to reign terror on all humans? From what I can see, no he hasn't. He has only ever made his way out of the ocean to combat something that threatened his territory- the Earth."

Bucky shook his head at Tony's words, Tony's reason to keeping at least Godzilla alive. It sounded so far-fetched that it wasn't even funny. How can someone who's supposedly as smart at Tony could even think this type of thing this way? It made no sense to him, no sense at all. "You don't understand-"

"I understand perfectly. You're angry at what happened, I get that, trust me. I do. But you are letting your anger blind you. You are letting what happened blind you-"

"You saying I should just forget what happened, happened?!"

"Of course not! I would never suggest that!"

"That fucker killed my team! I am not going to to just...just give up this hatred I have for that thing until it. Is. DEAD."

He watched as Tony took a deep breath and shook his head before speaking once more. "A piece of building fell on them from the fight Godzilla was having with the MUTOs. Neither killed them outright. You and your team was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't want to come down as insensitive and what not but it's the truth. We are like ants to the Titans- small insignificant ants that scurry below them with a likely chance of getting crushed by them or the debris from them."

Bucky's glare hardened at the other, his jaw clenching. Oh, how he wanted to just make Tony to stop talking, stop saying these things. He did not want to hear it at all. Did not want to hear something that would potentially make sense, to pierce through his hatred of the creatures that were here since the highly radioactive days of the Earth. He turned his head away, hoping that Tony would get the idea and effectively end the discussion.

Tony did. The smaller man drained the rest of his mug and quickly washed it before putting it in the drying rack. "Catch ya later, Barnes."

Then, Tony was gone, leaving Bucky to sit there at the table, watching after him. Bucky looked down at his mug and sighed, pushing it away and rubbing his face.

"I am an idiot." Tony muttered as he stood in the elevator, staring at the stainless steel doors. He truly hadn't meant to just...go on and sound like Ishiro just then. His mouth just opened and words flew out from it before he could stop himself. He winced as he thought back at what he said about Bucky's team. God, he felt like such an asshole now. What the fuck was he thinking?

He waited until the elevator stopped and the automatic doors opened before stepping out and went straight into his workshop. "J.A.R.V.I.S, time to get to work on the new turret prototype."

"Yes, sir. will there be anything else?" asked a British accented voice.

"Tell Ishiro and Vivienne that the workshop's gonna be on lock down for the rest of the day. If they need me, they can get me through you."

"As you wish, sir."

"Also, drop my needle."

Wordlessly, J.A.R.V.I.S did what he was told and AC/DC's Thunderstruck began to blare through the workshop.

Tony bobbed his head to the song as he brought a hologram up that showed the newest Maser turret prototype that MONARCH wanted him to help build. This should keep him occupied for a while and get his mind off of things. "Okay, let's get to work."