[for Jason]

[onlyapassenger]

By necessity, Bucky isn't a heavy sleeper. There's no telling when he could be called away for some crisis (particularly with the rate that they seem to crop up around him), and being constantly aware of his immediate surroundings has served him well in both the past and present. It's a been a rare night these past couple of weeks that hasn't seen him in bed with Natasha, but the small hours of this particular morning find him alone in his room as he wakes with a start, startled from a nightmare whose details escape him the moment consciousness hits.

There are, immediately, more pressing matters.

His arm is caught in the sheets, which wouldn't be strange in and of itself were the arm a familiar one... But it's not. Heavy and hissing with steam, it takes some effort for Bucky to pry himself out of the bed, clockwork gears jammed from the bedding's interference. Last year, his pajamas had changed with the cold weather, but even in the dim light, it's clear to see that the Island's newest trick is far more elaborate than its last.

"What the--" he starts, too disoriented to work up any proper sense of rage. Feeling unbalanced once he finally manages to get to his feet, he nevertheless rushes out of the new room. "Jason!"