[ It may have been slightly less than noble or heroic, but Will had been banking on the ingrained military part of Bucky to respond to his 'orders'. Still, he held his breath and prepared himself for a variety of responses, even an attack if it came.
However, he breathed a small inward sigh of relief when he saw the other man match his breathing patterns to the tempo Will dictated.
For a few minutes that was all he asked of Bucky. Simply to focus on the basic human need to get oxygen into the body and carbon dioxide out, at a steady rate to avoid hyperventilating or otherwise further pushing the body into the natural fight or flight response.
Letting Sasha do her job -hush Bucky, this Clark was an amazing friend to get you such a good dog- Will remained in his crouch, letting time pass before he spoke. Again, he used the calm voice with the steady slightly clipped words. ]
I want you to tell me the following. What is your name? Where are you? What time is it?
[ Yes, a part of Will was cringing and feeling the need for a hot shower with a wire scrub brush and some Bactine just for repeating those words. Another part of him (the part that wore Hannibal's face) was smirking and yet another part was trying to throttle both former instances.
And off in yet another corner, his psyche was laughing it's ass off at the ludicrous idea that his hopelessly fractured mind could offer anyone, any sort of hope in this area.
Okay, note for the future. Need to train Sasha to get a functional human being for this sort of crisis. ]
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However, he breathed a small inward sigh of relief when he saw the other man match his breathing patterns to the tempo Will dictated.
For a few minutes that was all he asked of Bucky. Simply to focus on the basic human need to get oxygen into the body and carbon dioxide out, at a steady rate to avoid hyperventilating or otherwise further pushing the body into the natural fight or flight response.
Letting Sasha do her job -hush Bucky, this Clark was an amazing friend to get you such a good dog- Will remained in his crouch, letting time pass before he spoke. Again, he used the calm voice with the steady slightly clipped words. ]
I want you to tell me the following. What is your name? Where are you? What time is it?
[ Yes, a part of Will was cringing and feeling the need for a hot shower with a wire scrub brush and some Bactine just for repeating those words. Another part of him (the part that wore Hannibal's face) was smirking and yet another part was trying to throttle both former instances.
And off in yet another corner, his psyche was laughing it's ass off at the ludicrous idea that his hopelessly fractured mind could offer anyone, any sort of hope in this area.
Okay, note for the future. Need to train Sasha to get a functional human being for this sort of crisis. ]