Bucky tried to breathe. Tried to calm himself down. But it wasn’t an easy task. Especially when Ben told him the people Klaus was talking to were Russian. Under his breath, more to himself than Ben, he muttered, “Red Room.”
He did, however, sheathe the knives. There was no need for them, he reminded himself. It was still difficult. Quietly, he told Ben, “I don’t know. How many people I’ve killed.  They never told me and I’ve never counted.“
         Klaus, drenched in sweat, stared at the ghosts of angry Russian men, trembling from the exhaustion and withdrawals as he tried his hardest to understand what was happening. Honestly, he was overwhelmed by their shouting and the soft ramblings of a gentle woman to his left.Â
“M-Mister James PLEASE untie my wrists please let me out of this room-” He grimaced, tears streaming down his face as he tried to press his ears between his arms to dim the screaming.Â
Ben crouched beside Bucky and frowned at him, reaching a hand out but not touching him. He wasn’t sure whether he was corporeal enough to touch anyway, but he also didn’t think that it would be a good idea. “It’s fine, I’m not judging. Anyone who gets my brother sober is good in my book.”Â
Bucky was absolutely miserable right now. And he couldn’t stand hearing Klaus screaming. The soldier was shivering. He didn’t quite meet Ben’s eyes as be told the young man quietly, “Go take care of your brother. I’ll… I’ll come untie him in a few minutes.”
Honestly, he just wanted to be left alone. He’d not handled that well. Plus he needed to put his weapons away, but that was secondary. What he really needed was a chance to get himself back together. To get his breathing under control, try to bring his heart rate down, and to rinse the taste of vomit out of his mouth. He couldn’t face Klaus just yet. And he really couldn’t do it if the man was still screaming.
       Ben watched the man for a little longer. He wanted to help him, but he wasn’t able to touch him and that made things a little more difficult. Klaus was weak and panicking, his power wasn’t nearly as strong as it could be. And so yes, he was visible, but not tangible. “Only because you don’t look like you want anyone near you.” He nodded and stood slowly.Â
      Klaus was sobbing, screaming. His breathing was quick paced and uneven, he kept tugging at his bounds in a panic, and kicking toward the ghosts as if that would help at all. Ben gripped whatever power Klaus had in himself at the moment and tugged at it, giving himself the ability to use his own power and rid the room of any ghosts.Â
And so Klaus stopped screaming. None of the dead were currently in the room ,and Ben had left to allow his brother to recover. He sat there, attempting to catch his breath. He grimaced at his bloodied wrists, having injured them in his panicked attempts at freeing himself.Â