[ it's the kind of thing you save for the people who are really worth it.
Bucky tenses, the comment hitting far too close to home, chafing at still-raw nerves and sparking at impulses that are still so deeply ingrained, the violence that is barely restrained. And then it's too late, too late, because there's a world of noise in his mind, the anger that floods through, the hate for HYDRA, the memories and the things that they've made him do --
-- he moves faster than the eye can blink, swift and deadly, violent and strong, and in a clatter of plastic chairs he has Skye by the neck, cold metal digging into the skin of her throat. His eyes are almost black with anger, with rage, lips pulled back in a snarl that is entirely feral. ]
You're HYDRA.
[ You have three point seven seconds to convince him you're not, Agent. ]
LMK IF THIS IS OKAY BABY ;-; I CAN ALWAYS CHANGE IT
Bucky tenses, the comment hitting far too close to home, chafing at still-raw nerves and sparking at impulses that are still so deeply ingrained, the violence that is barely restrained. And then it's too late, too late, because there's a world of noise in his mind, the anger that floods through, the hate for HYDRA, the memories and the things that they've made him do --
-- he moves faster than the eye can blink, swift and deadly, violent and strong, and in a clatter of plastic chairs he has Skye by the neck, cold metal digging into the skin of her throat. His eyes are almost black with anger, with rage, lips pulled back in a snarl that is entirely feral. ]
You're HYDRA.
[ You have three point seven seconds to convince him you're not, Agent. ]