[If Porthos is in shock, that is nothing to how Bucky appears, now -- completely blank, staring off into the distance with eyes that don't seem to see anything, unfocused. For a moment, it's like he's back there, tied on Zola's table, and he doesn't know how long he simply stands there (hours? minutes? days?), almost catatonic in his silence, because he can't react, the pain is there and will be there and he has to endure it (why? why is he here? where is he? what--)
-- before he murmurs, in a monotone voice, like repeating words that should hold meaning but don't,] James Buchanan Barnes. Sergeant. 32557038.