Re: X-Men Medlab; Jean & Bucky
[He remembered. He knew what he had come here to do. His eyes read the ceiling - he had come here for Wanda, he remembered that, and he was still in the mansion. She had been there when he went in to speak with Wanda. It didn't mean she could be trusted, necessarily, but it meant that it was unlikely they had moved him. Hydra had no plants at the manor, unless that had changed in the past few months. There had never been a point of entry into such a select and tightly knit group. If there was a safe place, this was it.
He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. His vision was clearing, little by little. Stopped breathing. A flicker of recognition, but he shied away from thinking too hard about it. He had stopped breathing when Wanda blasted him into the hall, and whatever he'd connected together there would need to be approached carefully. And later.
Some of the turmoil in his mind slowed.] Water. [Agreement with her offer. He squeezed his eyes shut and open again. Vision better still, improving by inches.] Concussion? [He was accustomed to doing regular self-assessments of his physical state, and he knew a concussion when he felt it. He assumed the instruments would corroborate.] Will pass.