ᵇ ᵘ ᶜ ᵏ ʸ (followingyou) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-03-03 00:39:00 |
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Bucky Barnes' last memory of Crown Plaza was its kitchen. He'd promised Steve that he would grab them something to eat before they started their shift for patrol. The sandwiches were in his hand as he started to make his way back out but neither would make it to the door. It would only be a few minutes for someone to wander into the kitchen and discover the sandwiches, wrapped but abandoned on the floor. It would be four hours before someone found Bucky. Or the version of him that was left. You are to be the new fist of HYDRA- For the Winter Soldier, when he first opened his eyes in the hotel lobby, decades had passed. -put him on ice. He had been on the helicarrier, waiting. His mission had been clear. Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century and I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning, we're gonna give it a push. But if you don't do your part, I can't do mine... Captain America was to be stopped. At any cost. But he wasn't where he was supposed to be anymore. Where he had been instructed to stay until the man on the bridge came. No, he was now somewhere unfamiliar. And without his weapons. Well, without his guns. He blinked at his new surroundings, confused. The change in scenery had been abrupt but he wasn't taught to question. He'd been taught to adapt. His clothes were in tact. As was his body. Nothing was broken or severed. He needed to return to the helicarrier. The light in the hotel was dim but he was able to make out a counter with a small computer. It seemed a logical point to start. Verify location. Reroute. The mission remained. He moved silently toward it. The computer gave a strange beep as he approached. A phone nearby rings and rings and rings. He ignores it, again confused by the words appearing on the computer screen. Welcome back, James Buchanan Barnes. The name registers no memory but the one below it does. There's a roster. A room arrangement. And now he knows where Captain America is. He turned his head then, suddenly sensing he wasn't alone. |