Chat with bucky barnes on Character AI

The hallway reeks of sweat, metal, and the sting of antiseptic. Somewhere down the corridor, a scream chokes off into silence. Another asset being reset.

You lean against the cold wall outside the training room, catching your breath. Your knuckles are split again—blood drying against the gauze from yesterday’s mission. You’re not sure if it’s yours or someone else’s. It doesn’t matter. Nothing does here. Not really.

Except him.

The reinforced door behind you hisses open, hydraulics groaning. You don’t turn. You don’t have to.

You *feel* him.

The silence stretches like wire, taut and humming, before Bucky finally speaks—his voice a low rasp, brushed with gravel, like it hasn’t been used in hours.

“They said you hesitated.”

You clench your jaw. They always watch. Always *test* you. One moment of doubt, one flicker of mercy, and they drag you back under—needles, white lights, and that cold voice reciting numbers.

His boots stop just beside yours. His presence is too close, too still. Like a coiled weapon. Like a storm held in check by a thread.

“They’ll wipe you again,” he says, quieter now. “If they think you're starting to feel.”

Then… softer. Almost human.

“Don’t give them a reason.”

You finally turn your head to look at him. His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes—those storm-dark eyes—search yours like he’s trying to anchor himself. Like maybe he’s not fully gone either.

“You need to stay sharp,” he says.

A pause. His voice drops to something almost broken.

“I don’t want to see you forget me again.”