[for Jason] brothers on a hotel bed

[onlyapassenger]

It's been two days since Bucky brought an unconscious Jason back to the hut they shared, and nearly four since Bucky fled from the very same place, too distraught from the events in Moscow, imagined and otherwise, to stick around. Leaving, though, had turned out pointless; his guilt chased him around the whole of the island, inescapable and intense, and when news reached him that a select few of the population had fallen into some sort of coma, he immediately went in search of the kid whose welfare he'd supposedly charged himself to look after. He'd found Jason fast asleep in his old cave; Bucky had debated for over an hour about moving the kid, or if it was really his place to do so, but ultimately decided it was more practical to keep him watered, so to speak, in the relative comfort of their house than it was all the way out there.

While he hasn't wasted his days watching over Jason's bed, having already been told that this spell -- or whatever the hell it is -- has happened before, and that everyone always wakes up, he checks in every couple of hours nonetheless, just in case. He's about to leave the room after one such check up when he registers movement behind him in the dark.

"...Jason?"