<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5fM0DW4.jpg)</div>Bucky couldn't help but think Karina had smiled back at him during their little exchange before he suggested sleep. He couldn't be sure of it, of course, but if she had, at-least they'd found something to smile about after everything in the day. When she said sleep was a winner, he sorta nodded his head like he understood that. He wished he could sleep like he use to, but the implants made that difficult. He didn't sleep like other people, he had a shortened duration... and what sleep he had was typically plagued by nightmares. Just some of the fun things attached to having so much metal and circuits in your head. He brushed the thoughts away, or tried, but the little trigger memory they'd had in the car had already sentenced him to a rough night.<br/><br/>Now matter how much Bucky calmed down, the dreams would still get him. "I get it, you go get some rest." He replied to her saying it might make more sense later, then he watched as she silently left. It had him alone with his thoughts, but that wasn't a bad thing. He took the time to settle things up on his end. He took some of the resources around the facility and gathered up a few things they could find useful. He found some guns and ammunition. A nice rifle, some handguns and a shotgun. It'd help. Alongside that, he managed to use some of the other supplies to make a few pipe bombs to help them out. Just in case. After all of that, he started to feel his own fatigue creeping up on. He needed to rest too. He took the room opposite to the one Karina chose, tactical to a degree. After all, this is where an agent and their partner would sleep.<br/><br/>Bucky didn't care, though, with who they had up against them, they needed every bit of help they could get. He settled in with some difficulties, but soon enough, he eased into a restless sleep. A restless sleep full of the memories they'd discussed. It was made worse by the memory drug he'd taken before hand, it made everything more vivid and clear for him. He could feel the saw on his arm again, could feel the electricity surging through him for the first time. His mind was settling back into place for sure, but it didn't feel like it. Not one bit.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OXESwAy.jpg)</div>Of all the things Brock could be reporting today, this was probably the worst. He thought on that as the sound of the chopper blades roared overhead, the rotors busy taking the man where he needed to be. He sat in the back, strapped in and going over how the conversation might turn out. He didn't like any of the prospects he seen, almost all of them involved him taking a team for them. Unless they could secure one of the sealed assets to try and track them down. Now that was an idea, but he wasn't sure how it would fly with The Madam. He guessed he 'd have to hope to catch her in a good mood. "Preparing for landing soon, we'll be on the helipad shortly." His pilot announced, and he turned to nod to the man. "Good, just bring us in easy." He replied distractedly.<br/><br/>Brock couldn't go over it anymore, it was show time. He exited the chopper after the landed, setting foot on the roof of the one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city. It was, of course, a HYDRA run building. And here at the top was the penthouse that their dear Madam HYDRA was currently residing in. He made way toward the door with a brisk pace, still in his black BDU's and tactical gear. He punched in his access code to the roof entrance, then scanned his thumbprint on the device before he heard the pressure locks releasing. He opened the door and proceeded inside then, coming into a separate space where he had to disarm his weapons and body armor before continuing. It was an automated process, with turrets up above and trained on whoever entered to ensure compliance.<br/><br/>Brock placed his guns inside the appropriate lockers, then he unstrapped the vest and tactical gear. The straps loosened and he shed the extra weight, revealing his veined and muscular arms beneath. A sigh came from his lips before continuing, and he passed through the final check before he arrived at yet another door. Here again, he had to punch in an access code, then thumb print analysis, and for the finale; a retina scan. He grimaced as the infrared light scanned his iris, but sure enough, the screen registered with his information. And the door, as expected, opened without issue. He stepped out into the hall at that point, which lead right to the penthouse entrance.<br/><br/>Rumlow approached Madam HYDRA's door then, his credentials granting him instant access to the main door. After all, it just lead to the living room. He opened the door and then stepped inside. "We have a situation, Madam." He said, calling out loud enough to not be rude if she was in the room, but loud enough she'd hear it from afar. He didn't wanna say it right off, so he'd wait for her to inquire further before he gave her the bad news. That said, the look of urgency on his features clearly noted that the news, whatever it may have been, was bad. Really bad.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SJ8zhOG.jpg?1)</div>The morning found Bucky less than rested. He was ragged at first, but had still managed to wake before Karina. It let him get some time to pull himself together from the mess of nightmares. The PTSD episode hadn't been the most enjoyable. He was making due with the supplies here for some breakfast. MRE's, which had some decent things in them, along with the nonperishable supplies they had around. Altogether, they had a decent meal nutrition wise, even if it wasn't the most appetizing. He was heating up the last of it on the hot plate, a little bit of water for some noodles he had found, when he heard a scream from the other room. He tensed at first, thinking maybe Karina was under attack, but a quick scan from his sensor array told him that wasn't the case. No, something else was going on.<br/><br/>The Sensory array in Bucky's arm was able to reconstruct the sound, though. The words she had screamed out was James... He started to move toward her chambers then, but realized she had made a quick bee line for the restroom. He waited outside the door for a moment, standing toward the side so he didn't see in. She'd left the door open, after all. "You all good in there?" He asked first to announce his presence, then he stepped in front of the open door. It gave her ample chance to tell him she wasn't decent. He looked in to see that she was, or well sorta. She looked like hell, but he supposed he probably didn't look much better. All things considered.<br/><br/>"Heard you screaming...." Bucky started, announcing why he had come to check. He wanted to inquire why she had screamed for him, but he didn't yet. That could come later, she was probably having nightmares after all. It was the only conclusion he could come to, anyhow. He didn't want to think he was the one causing them, but they'd already determined she was probably an empath of some sort. He guessed her range was pretty impressive, too, cause if she had leeched the nightmares from him, she'd have been doing so from the other room. Maybe they'd formed a connection over time? He didn't wanna think about what that could do to the woman.