They take him to processing. Take his statement. Turns out that while Alex's influence is great over the inmates, it's lukewarm over the guards. The correctional officers like to feel like they have authority, and while they may be bribed to steer clear of a hallway for a few hours, anything more than that is a challenge to that authority. He isn't shanked, beaten, taunted, or otherwise hassled except for a few eye-rolls and condescending comments. Overall, it's not as bad as it could have been.
Thanks to Steve.
It's a matter of he-said-she-said, Alex's word against Bucky's, and it's only the guy with the nosebleed that keeps them from getting sent to max. He apparently offers enough of a testimony in their favor that SHU and disciplinary records are all they get, though Alex of course walks away without so much as a fucking smudge on his shoes.
Figures.
Twenty or thirty minutes after Steve is settled they march Bucky past his cell, and he gets only a glimpse of Steve through the small window at the top of his door before he's ducked into the room directly next door. They slam it shut behind him, and he gets a nice long look at his surroundings.
A bed. A toilet sink combo. A vent. A floor, four walls with paint scratched off to spell things like 'fuck your mother' and, of course, a few sloppy swastikas that seem like it took the artist a while to master because there are ten or fifteen with backwards lines before they come out right.
It's not his first time in SHU, no, that had been shortly after the events with Rumlow. He knows first hand how long a fucking week is in here.
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Thanks to Steve.
It's a matter of he-said-she-said, Alex's word against Bucky's, and it's only the guy with the nosebleed that keeps them from getting sent to max. He apparently offers enough of a testimony in their favor that SHU and disciplinary records are all they get, though Alex of course walks away without so much as a fucking smudge on his shoes.
Figures.
Twenty or thirty minutes after Steve is settled they march Bucky past his cell, and he gets only a glimpse of Steve through the small window at the top of his door before he's ducked into the room directly next door. They slam it shut behind him, and he gets a nice long look at his surroundings.
A bed. A toilet sink combo. A vent. A floor, four walls with paint scratched off to spell things like 'fuck your mother' and, of course, a few sloppy swastikas that seem like it took the artist a while to master because there are ten or fifteen with backwards lines before they come out right.
It's not his first time in SHU, no, that had been shortly after the events with Rumlow. He knows first hand how long a fucking week is in here.
One week with his own mind in isolation.
"Fuck."