[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?
[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.]
[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?
[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.]
[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.]
no subject
Sort of. I...it's complicated. [To put it lightly.] My relationship with SHIELD is a little rocky. Have they had you here long?
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[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?
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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.
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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?
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[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.
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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.
no subject
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.]
no subject
[He blinks, and stares at the collar.] coulson's attempt, to control me. It constricts and I disconnect from the brain. It...chafes.
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[Kind of.]
It-does what? [Disconnect from the brain. What the hell did that mean?]