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“Hi Stevie.”
Bucky could feel his lips twitching as he looked into the camera.
“Got myself in a bit of a pickle.”
He leaned back, tucking the metal arm behind his head.
“I’m not even sure if this airs, so I might as well dedicate them to you. In case anyone find them later.”
The former Winter Soldier moved his arms behind his head, and winced when the wound in his stomach stretched. He quieted and then looked into the camera, stroking his hair from his face.
“Mission report,” he sighed. “This is James Buchanan Barnes, formally known as the Winter Soldier, and more recently as Dr Chris Beck. Yeah, I’m a botanist, Steve. And an astronaut. Bet you didn’t see that coming.”
Bucky chuckled a little.
“Maybe the astronaut part. Got Stark to thank for that one. Maybe Hydra too, come to think about it. If Dr Watney was here, he’d tell me he’d never seen such a swift recovery from what should have been a deadly projectile wound in my stomach. Good thing that bastardized serum helps me heal fast.”
Bucky got up and showed his side to the camera. There was barely anything left to show anyway, a small round scab.
“See, you don’t have to worry, Steve. Good as new.”
Bucky could feel his heart pounding at the thought of Steve actually hearing him. Imagine if he’d actually seen him. He would be so worried. The former assassin sighed as he sat back in his chair.
“What happened to us, Steve?” he whispered. “I miss you. I miss you so much.”
He cleared his throat.
“It will take some time for them to get here. In the mean while I got to figure out how many days I can survive, and who to grow things, because, no offence, but I don’t think NASA is that fast.”
Bucky smiled brightly into the camera, feeling his heart sink.
“Over and out.”