He was suffocating. A panicked twitch moved his whole chest, metal arm reached and grabbed something in the darkness.

A muffled groan.

There was some kind of a noise around him. At least four other people. The body he was holding struggled as other arms tried to tie him down.

His eyelids heavy as lead. Just like after brain-wiping sessions... He won't let them this time!

„Sedative, quick!"

„Bastard will kill him! Move it!"A voice shouted just next to his head.

Oh yes, bastard will kill him... if it's necessary... Bucky smirked with wild satisfaction, when he realized that even blind he dominates everybody. Heaviness in his chest reduced a bit.

He punched blindly with his right arm, feeling hard tissues crushing under his knuckles.

Time to start kicking.

With a wild roar rising in his stifled chest, he pushed himself forward but an unexpected force pinned him down. He released a dull grunt. As if he was just a weakling like... Steve...

„Buck! Calm down! It's me, Steve!"

But Steve was just a small...

The soldier roared again at the top of his lungs, hopelessy fighting his way out of the strong embrace.

„Now doctor, now!" A familiar, slightly concerned tone. He remembered it...

Bucky felt a pinch on his organic arm and a wave of relaxation went up through his body. He could not help but to become almost totally limp. He gave up...

„Who the hell are you?" Asked the voice that he heard first.

„Steve Rogers, Capitan America... and my team. We're taking over your patient."

„B-but... who the hell is that savage?"

Steel plier grab let him go and Bucky opened his eyes with a flutter.

He saw a blue sky. The air tasted fresh

…

„My name is Bucky..." His own voice sounded foreign and very confused. He looked at the mirror of an ass-cheap motel bathrom, far from any big city...

Pale face, tired, slightly empty eyes, uneaven bristle on his face.

He didn't find resources or time to shave, after he escaped.