I remember every dying whisper, every desperate murmur

[ippotsuko]

Who: Accelerator and Bucky Barnes
When: Sunday
Where: Bucky's room
Summary: Accelerator notices something off at reset and keeps his redirection field up. Knowing he can't do so forever, he goes to see the only person he knows with an electric generator in his arm...and also ends up discussing his many needstotrain misakanetwork theworstclone. 
Rating: PG-13-R I guess
Warnings: Accelerator'

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[bucky_cap]

It's after he's visited Timothy and made sure he's alright. He left for a bit, to let him have some time with other visitors. When Accelerator barges in, Bucky is sitting at his desk, back bent, forehead pressed against a sheet of paper on the surface. There's a bit of writing on it, in a quick, anxious scribble, and the pen has obviously fallen from his hand. He doesn't know what to do, what to think. Chemical lobotomies? Are they serious? From the posts in the observations, conversations with Val and other people, he's guessing they are

[ippotsuko]

"There's shit in the air," his reply seems only mildly annoyed with the situation, but Bucky knows him well enough to know that doesn't necessarily mean there isn't plenty more going on in his head. He taps the black collar around his neck a few times, "I've been redirecting it."

He wastes no time in walking over to the desk and poking Bucky with his cane, "Give me your arm. The metal one." He's not going to ask. He's not going to explain. He's just going to demand. Get the action over with. Think--and talk--afterwards.

[bucky_cap]

"Yeah, I know. Chemical lobotomies... God, this is it for most of us," he says, oddly calm about the whole thing, even though he's panicking inside. There isn't anything he can do to save himself, after all, so why waste the energy? Why panic and breathe more of it in and make it happen faster? He's silently glad Steve isn't here for this, though who knows, he'll probably come back lobotomized when they finally decide to put him back in...

But at least Accelerator has a chance. Maybe it's that long-buried paternal instinct he didn't even know he had that makes him glad that even if he can't survive this, the kid can.

Bucky slides open the panel on his prosthetic just a bit and disconnects the generator from his palm discharge, offering it wordlessly for Accelerator to plug himself into. "You can keep it up indefinitely like this?"

[ippotsuko]

"Hell if I know," he replies, getting himself connected, "But I'm going to try. Worst case scenario, I just hold this shit off for a few hours. I don't care, I'll buy myself as much time as I can."

He leans against the wall, sighing, "Lobotomies should be...permanent. Irreversible. But here they can bring the dead back to life even after they've been completely ripped apart. Digested alive," he knows that one from experience, "It doesn't seem to matter here. Impossible shit is commonplace."

Hopefully, you see where he's going with this.