The other avengers slowly thaw towards Bucky after Steve manages to coax him into stay with him at the tower.
It takes awhile but they get there.
They thaw a little each time something sends him spiraling, and he ends up in Steve's arms, curled up, and a hand fisted in Steve's shirt, begging for someone to kill him.
The reasons swing between:
He's still there and this is all just a dream
Hydra is going to get him again and please kill him so they can't
They promise that hydra will not get him again. They will kill him themselves before they let that happen, and it's horrible that that's a comfort to him.
He just nods tiredly because those are always exhausting hours of pure panic and leans heavier on Steve. Who doesn't say anything, he doesn't agree or disagree, just clenches his jaw so tight that they're going to need to check for cracks in his teeth, and pulls Bucky closer to him.
Protective. Possessive. Daring the world to try to take Bucky from him again.
No one says that Steve would need to be dead and cold in the ground before hydra would be able to take him again.
Clints gets a specific look in his eye when those days happen, sympathetic and the start of something protective. If anyone gets that fear, it's him, and he promises hydra will not get Bucky unless they're all dead.
And they're taking hydra with them if it comes down to it. He's so sick of them fucking with people important to him. Even though Bucky isnt necessarily important to him yet, Clint knows he will be, and he's so incredibly important to Steve so it's close enough at this point.
They thaw a little each time his eyes go to slits, pain in all the lines on his face and body, pupils blown until there's just a little of the grey blue left, and an escalating tremble to him.
Headaches. Migraines, but even that doesn't do them justice. Horrible, debilitating things that have him confused and raw like an exposed nerve.
He holds out, doesn't say anything until they notice. They know how bad it must be for it to be affecting him physically, for him to not be able to keep a blank face.
They've seen the type of wounds he can power through without a hint of pain, they've read the missons reports that were completed even with extensive damage report to the soldier.
Being who they are, they also have a better knowledge of what messing with someone's head that long and that much is going to do.
Not really though. There's nothing like this that has happened before. Not this long, not over such a period of time and to this extent. They're kind of winging it here.
Steve just calls Bucky to him when he notices, opens his arms safesafesafe and Bucky falls into them, knees going weak because he knows Steve's going to catch him.
Steve is never going to let him fall again.
Bucky never complains much, even though if anyone has the right to complain, it's him, but he doesn't.
He just says hurts all small and soft like a child would, and Steve says I know Buck just as soft and pained.
He keeps him close like he can tuck Bucky directly into his chest. Maybe if he wraps himself around Bucky well enough then the hurt won't be able to find him.
Bucky's still so quiet when he says stuff like that.
Like if he says it soft enough and if they turn on him, if this is a test and he's failed it, then he can deny it a little bit.
They thaw a little each time Bucky drops weight rapidly, the serum putting higher strains on his body and even a few days without food leaves him weak and thin.
He twists away, nauseous at the sight and smell of anything they try to give him.
He can spend the whole day hunched over the toilet and curled up fitfully sleeping in the bathtub. Steve leaning against the tub and arm hanging over the side, hand in Bucky's hair and the chill of the porcelain biting into his skin.
He's full of quiet rage when nutrition shakes are the only thing Bucky can keep down, the same kind hydra kept him on. They're not sure if it's because it's familiar, or if because when he has trouble physically headaches, seizures, the arm, body aches, etc then his head is usually messy that day too, and maybe part of him just knows he's allowed to have those.
He's always cautious, think everything is a test that he's already failed and they're just waiting for him to rack up more offenses to be punished for.
They thaw a little each time he flinches from them. And listen, they get it.
They're probably some of the only people in the world that could be a threat to him, and he's in their care.
That's intimidating. Even before you add in all shit with hydra.
It still sucks though. Because he flinches a lot.
They're not sure which type of flinch is worse - the big ones where he ends up halfway across the room, shoulders braced and watching them from the corner of his eye because eye contact is still a no go on most days or the tiny ones where he manages to surpress it just barely, the ones where he's making himself sit there and take it because it's better than showing fear or giving them an excuse to really do something to make him flinch.
He does it a lot to Tony and Bruce, because Tony is the only one who can work on the arm and because Bruce has agreed to take over some of the medical stuff until they can get Bucky to a point where he doesn't have a complete breakdown if they mention taking him to someone else for check ups.
Tony's gotten good at talking more carefully to Bucky, slower and in a slightly different pitch. Still constant, a stream of whatever comes to his mind, but that seems to be fine as long as he watches how he says it.
He mentions his parents once, and they all know that Bucky did it, it was in the files, and Tony said he made his peace with it but Steve still stiffens and goes to Bucky's side in case he needs to defend him, in case Tony is feeling a little mean today, but there's nothing from Bucky. No reaction, no side eye, not tensing. He doesn't know what Tony is talking about, doesn't even seem to be listening.
There are several times when Bruce has to just set down everything and step out of the room. Bucky goes stiff each time, convinced he did something, that Bruce is mad at him.
It doesn't occur to him that they're mad for him.
They thaw a little each time he's fascinated by something that he shouldn't be.
His nose starts going when they bring in anything that sparks his interest. Super soldiers mean super senses and both he and Steve have them. Hydra trained him to use his better than Steve can.
No says that out loud though. Even if they're all thinking it.
But it's cute. Usually if he's doing that then they can tempt him into eating some of it.
No one should be that fascinated by french fries though. It's sad.
He wasn't allowed to have them, he says. Handlers wouldn't feed him for several days and then eat in front of him if he didn't meet expectations. Usually foods that had strong smells so it really left an impression. They'd toss him the wrappers and containers when they were done. All of them empty.
He doesn't think anything of it when he tells them, it's probably not even up there in terms of the worst things they did to him but it's upsetting that it isn't more upsetting to Bucky.
He licks the salt off his fingers and looks mournfully at the little empty container of fries they gave him and Tony is already sending Pepper a message to buy whatever place they ordered from because Barnes is going to have access to all the fries he wants for the rest of his life if Tony has any say in it.
Like blankets, anything soft really.
He has trouble with the bed, most of them do, but he flat out refuses to even try.
And on the bad days he is firm in the fact that he's not allowed on them. They're not for things like him.
Pepper is the one who gets him the blanket. A big monstrosity of a thing, dark blue, and the softest thing any of them have ever felt.
Steve is the one that holds it out for Bucky though, because they're still kind of cautious about letting Pepper too close to him, just in case.
He does that thing where he looks at them without looking at them, no eye contact, but eyes on their face looking for a sign of any displeasure or tricks.
He tries to take it and rips his hands away as soon as make contact, looking startled.
He glances at Steve again and takes it when he reaches for it again, fingers flexing where he's holding it. He pulls it to his chest, wraps his arms around it, and cautiously puts his face in it.
He takes it with him everywhere for a few days, always a firm hold on it like someone is going to come take it away. He doesn't even unfold it, it's still folded up the same way it was when they first gave it to him.
Eventually Steve takes it from him, and it doesn't matter how much he assures Bucky that he'll give it right back, a little desperately, because Bucky looks devastated in the brief time it's taken from him.
Steve unfolds it and practically shoves it back at Bucky.
Look, I didn't take it. I'm sorry. It's yours. I promise it's yours.
It's immediately forgive because Bucky is thrilled that his gift has quadrupled in size and wraps himself up in it as soon as he gets it back, practically purring. He even settles in the corner of his room, on the little nest of other blankets he called his bed, and sleeps for a while, nothing but the occasional flash of skin or metal and a few stands of hair visible.
They thaw a little each time he mentions something and doesn't understand that it's not right. That no human should be treated like that, that what he's describing is horrible and they were wrong for doing it to him.
Most of the time, especially at the beginning, he doesn't listen to them when they tell him that. He just looks at them in a mild patronizing way, like they're not getting something they should be.
It was necessary he says.
Maintenance. Reinforcement. Reminding him of the rules and boundaries.
When they gave him to Rumlow and his team, Bucky had tried to bite one of them. His arm had been locked up from something they had done in preparation for maintenance, and he still had his teeth to defend himself, so that's what he used.
Rumlow put him in the muzzle for a week.
By the end of it he was starved and weak, couldn't even get off the floor of his cell.
He hadn't been able to acknowledge the muzzle being removed or the hand wrapping around his jaw and tilting it up so he was looking at Rumlow
Yeah, that's not going to happen again, is it he'd said.
Natasha has to step out, quiet and furious. Steve not too far behind her. They had worked with him. Had done missons together and trusted him and his team, and the whole time they not only knew about Bucky but were treating him like that.
What do you do with that rage? They can't decide if they need to throw up, kill something, or cry.
It worked. I didn't do it again.
Bucky's defensive, wary, knows he said something that upset them but he doesn't understand what yet.
They wonder how many times hydra burned that into him. Necessary. Everything they did to him was necessary. It had to be this way.
Judging by the way he still makes himself stay in place when he thinks they're mad, shaking and clearly terrified but making himself stay, and they can practically see the word necessary being repeated over and over in his head, it was a lot.
Thor accidentally shocks him one day, Bucky is still too quiet when he comes up behind them, and apologizes frantically but Bucky just looks at him confused.
That won't kill me he says. The chair used more.
Then proceeds with whatever he was doing, while Thor goes to find the others because he demands to know what this chair is. Because the shock he gave Bucky wasn't small. It should have hurt. He knows it hurt. There was a faint tremble to Bucky when he left, but he didn't even seem to notice.
When Bucky finally meets Fury again, they just stare at each other, assessing.
Bucky pulls a gun from god knows where seriously they keep checking him and he still gets his hands on stuff and slides it over to Fury. He settles back on his heels, hands at his sides, body open and exposed, and waits.
Waits for Fury to shoot him back, or whatever he thinks will count as proper punishment.
Sam grabs the gun and gives an unimpressed look at both Fury and Hill, neither of whom have moved. He shoos Bucky out of the room, leaves Steve behind to deal with whatever pissing contest Fury is trying to start.
Steve's anger burns hot and mean when it comes to Bucky, and Fury may not have made any move towards the gun but the fact that the ball had been in his court, that Bucky would have willing let Fury shot him, that Fury didn't immediately dismiss the idea, is enough to have Steve's temper flaring.
They thaw a little each time he cries.
That happens more and more the longer he's been there.
Half the time he doesn't even know he's crying and the other half he looks confused on why he's crying.
Occasionally, more and more, when he cries they see him.
James Buchanan Barnes of Brooklyn, of the 107th.
Not Bucky or the winter soldier, or whatever combination of them or between them exists.
They have to call Steve, if it's one of the rare times he isn't right there, because they don't know how to deal with this.
Ugly, raw, and quiet. He's so fucking quiet when he cries and no one's learns to cry that quietly for any good reason.
He's crying because his friends and family are all gone.
Because the war never ended for him and he never got to go home.
Because hydra and the horrible things they did to him.
Because he fell and no one caught him, no one came looking. And he doesn't blame Steve, they've had this argument on the days where he's more firmly in his head and the memories are clearer, but he still grieves it. He grieves the situation, that it happened and helped set everything else in motion.
He grieves because they kept taking Steve from him. And even now, he doesn't have Steve back all the way. Hydra is still in his head most days.
He grieves because it was always going to end this way. As soon as he caught Zola's eye all the way back in Azzano, it was going to end this way.
Steve and him always disappear for a while, Bucky's eyes red from crying, and Steve's well on their way there.
They'll find somewhere small to settle, because they both seem to think they can absorb the other if they get close enough, hide each other away safely.
The others check on them later because that's what they do.
Usually they can find the two on the mess of blankets Bucky still calls a bed, both of them curled up under the big blue blankets and so tangled together it's hard to tell where one stops and the other starts.
Usually they both end up asleep, exhausted, salt on their cheeks, and faces pale.
They're young. God, they're both so young.
The others forget that sometimes.