Who: Bucky/Wanda What: Update! Where: The mall on Wheel 3 When: Sometime Friday Status: Onging
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SAM AND BUCKY SHOW EPISODE 4!!
Bucky was angry. It felt like the fury radiated from him and his apartment was too small to contain it. He stalked out of it and just went. He didn't have a destination or a goal he just needed to go. Needed more space. He needed somewhere he wouldn't be close to other people.
He ended up in the mall and it finally boiled over. He just...screamed. He fell to his knees in the middle of the empty space, hands balled into fists, and screamed. They could have done it. They could have stopped her or bargained with her or maybe even brought her in, but he had to step in it. He had to get in the way.
Bucky believed Sam. Believed in Sam. He'd never say it out loud of course, but he thought he could have done it; that he was right and there was a way to talk Karli down. But Walker always managed to be in the way, to make everything worse. With Karli, with Zemo, with the Dora. And now Bucky was an enemy to even them. He thought they had trusted him but even they apparently couldn't. Not all the way. He supposed, at least that, he deserved. But they could have told him the kill switch was there.
By the time the tears had started to fall too his voice would have been hoarse, if he were just human. But he couldn't even have that satisfaction. He fell forward until his elbows hit the floor and his forehead came close. Walker had taken Steve's shield and he'd taken Steve's name and now he'd used them to kill someone. Someone who was unarmed and begging for their life. And now he was here and there was nothing he could do.
Eventually he sat back on his heels, face tipped toward the skylights that didn't really let in much light but showed the expanse of space that surrounded them. He knew there was nothing he could do here, he just had to wait until he went back, but that just made it worse. He was frustrated and still so. angry. But it was slightly less all-encompassing now. He could breathe, and maybe that's the best he could do. He wiped at his face harshly but didn't move just yet, just stared at the stars and galaxies and tried to will that rage away.