Mission reports. Bucky absolutely despised them with a passion. The main reason for this was because they involved the use of technology, something he hadn't quite gotten a hang of yet. It was ahead of his time. Being over a hundred years old had its disadvantages.

Bucky is currently sat on a sofa in the living space of the compound, his laptop balanced on his thighs. The blue light emitted from the screen highlights the confused frown on his face as he tries to work the laptop. He clicks random buttons, trying to get onto the system. Bucky was getting more and more frustrated with every passing second.

He leans forward for the coffee table, picking up a glass of whisky. He tried being careful so he didn't drop the laptop. However, he probably wouldn't mind if he did. If he broke it, Tony might allow him to do the reports on paper. It was very unlikely though.

Bucky downs the strong liquor, the sting distracting him from his frustration for a few short moments. He then places the glass back on the coffee table, almost shattering it due to his rage seeping out through his actions.

An agitated sigh leaves his lips as he glares down at the laptop screen. Bucky's body is tense as he debates throwing the device across the room. He decides it was best not to and tries to sign into the system again.