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[Days like today he has a thousand and one nightmares. The humanity in his head echoes and screams and drives home the thousand memories of lives he's never lived. He hates humanity and loves it. He loathes mankind and wants to take it in his arms and keep it safe.

He can't even dive into Grant Ward or Will Daniels's memories. When it's a night like tonight only the worst skims to the surface. He's painfully aware that the memories of Will Daniels's mother tucking him in, of Kara Palamas holding onto him tightly aren't his.

this is all SHIELD's fault curled up in the corner of the one room cell that he lives in, the king of the earth tugs his hands through his hair. At least it's stopped falling out. But without SHIELD he wouldn't be here truthfully and...and...

There's a vague figure lurking at the edge of Maveth's vision, beyond the invisible wall. He grimly picks at the smooth metallic collar around his neck. At the sound of the alarm the collar would squeeze and release, disconnecting him from the brain. Leaving him in darkness similar to the planet that had been his own.

He won't beg.

He won't.

What the outsider might see is a curled up shivering creature who's face - unknowingly - is streaked with tears.]

This is a room made for torture. Grant Ward remembers feeling tortured here.

I didn't understand it...until now. Human beings have such a...a deep capacity for isolation. For loneliness. Here...It's magnified. Times a thousand.

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[Bucky kept his distance even though he wasn't in any danger. The barrier was between them, and even if it wasn't...he didn't feel very threatened.

Things had been hard since he'd gotten away from Hydra, since Steve had found him, but he was slowly pulling himself back together.

Tilting his head to the side, he rubbed absently at his metal wrist. This sight was too familiar for his own comfort. But the circumstances were different, weren't they?]

No one's going to hurt you.

[He straightens and laughs - a harsh cold wet sound before something shifts beneath the dead man's skin.]

Liar.

[He plucks at the metal bar around his neck for a moment, before he curls up again. To look back.]

...I don't know you.

You're with SHIELD?

[Maybe. He hoped it wasn't a lie, though. He didn't know everything about what was going on here, just that he wasn't supposed to be down here. But maybe Steve had rubbed off on him, because here he was.]

Sort of. I...it's complicated. [To put it lightly.] My relationship with SHIELD is a little rocky. Have they had you here long?

...the monster in the basement.

[Maveth can't muster being a king. Not on a night like tonight.] I don't know. There's such a thing called an internal clock for your...for your species yes? I have never had a ...a good one.

[Grant Ward screams in his head and Maveth puts a trembling hand to his temple and withdraws it.]

They hope to break me.

[It's working.]

to leave me alone with them all. I -

[It's hard to be manipulative when everyone is crowding around inside his head. He's suddenly ashamed of his nakedness.]

Who are you?

[To leave him alone with who? Bucky didn't understand a lot of what was going on.]

What'd you do to deserve this?

[Because there had to be something, right? SHIELD was good, they protected people. There was a reason for all of this.]

My name's Bucky.

[What had he done to deserve this? He straightens in his room, leaning against the wall. Imperious, like a cat.]

I claimed my birthright. This planet belongs to me.

[The sad shaking skeleton that vaguely smells rotted and foul. The moment he says it the words don't sound as brave as they should be. He digs his nails into the mattress and manages a slightly psychotic smile but it disappears.

He buries his head in his hands.]

It belongs to me, but they all claim it's theirs, that they're free, and I want them to be safe, to be helped, freedom is...freedom is a lie it's...

[The walls shake ever so slightly and he looks afraid, pulling at the collar around his neck. It stops and he's breathing hard and heavy.]

Your identities are so complicated. Who is Bucky? What makes up Bucky?

It does?

[Bucky was pretty sure that a whole planet couldn't belong to one person, but he'd been wrong before.]

Everybody wants to be free. How would you keep them safe?

[Because that sounded pretty suspicious. He had experience with people who tried to change the world.

But then- that was a hard question. He frowned.]

I don't know.

[He just scoffs at him, rolling his eyes in his head as if to say You don't get it. but - is he the one who doesn't get it?]

It's hard to be a human being.

[His voice is small and soft and scared for a moment before he throws his hands out - and the wall shakes harder. The collar beeps around his neck and he gulps, pulling at the collar for a moment. The wall stops shaking and Maveth takes a deep shaky breath and speaks to himself.]

Chained. Like an...an animal! Like a common dog, in a box.

That's your problem as a species. You think too damn small. It's all about you. You don't see the bigger picture. I should know. I have over a thousand of you in here.

[There's a brief image of a tentacle sliding up the side of his face and his eyes roll back into his head.]

Over a thousand of you.

[He spent a lot of time confused since getting away from Hydra. A lot of things didn't make sense. He barely had one of himself in his head and too much Winter Soldier. It was hard to separate the two.

He glanced over his shoulder towards the door, made sure it was still shut like he'd left it. He had a lot of questions, a lot of things he wanted to know.]

It's hard to change human nature. [But easy to change the subject.] What's that? [He gestured to the collar.]

You're all driving me insane.

[He blinks, and stares at the collar.] coulson's attempt, to control me. It constricts and I disconnect from the brain. It...chafes.

I know the feeling.

[Kind of.]

It-does what? [Disconnect from the brain. What the hell did that mean?]

[She's not 150 percent sure she wants to train. Professor Xavier will know if she doesn't so she's making time - later. She'll head back to the mansion later but she's got four hours of danger room practice.

And really she'd much rather sit here with her issued laptop and watch bob's burgers, keeping a vague eye on the street amazed her phone hasn't buzzed yet. Damn.]

[Another night.

A bad one.

He shifted the rifle to his other shoulder and exhaled, watching the window. He squeezed water into his mouth and dug his gloved hands into the limestone. Another and Another and Another. It'd be fine. This was what the fucking devil of Hell's Kitchen should be doing instead of sitting on his ass pretending to be fucking Batman.

At the thought of Batman he closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, hearing a child's laughter. Then back to the window.

Two clean shots, one bullet. He could do this easily.

Keeping an ear out for sounds on the roof top and his eyes on the ground below he lost himself in his revenge.]

[A day in the barracks.]

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