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It had been two months since the dazed, confused and beat-up assassin pulled Stephanie up to the lakeshore. He didn't know why ... he didn't quite know who she was ... but he knew he had to save her. She was his mission ... She was his target and he'd failed. He'd made a choice, something he hadn't done for quite some time, conditioned by HYDRA, all he could do was obey orders, silently and without any complications.
Now he was on the run. He'd disobeyed an order and once HYDRA found out that Captain America was still alive, he'd be in trouble. Worse still. He'd run.
They didn't like it when he ran. It had happened before a long time ago. He couldn't remember where or when or how, but whenever he failed, whenever he showed any sign of resistance ... it was met with brutal punishment.
Another two months passed. He began to remember things ... His name was Bucky ... her name was Stephanie. They were friends ...
He'd killed hundreds ... thousands even. Innocent civilians.
HYDRA were bad.
And then they got him.
The ambush had been carefully planned. Of course. Vasily Karpov wasn't fond of unnecessary risks. The Asset was sedated. Specially trained operatives. The safehouse he'd secreted himself away in was ... almost perfect. Windows covered in news paper so no one could see in. One door in, and a balcony. He could jump if someone came in through the door, and it was hard to surround him. It was in a secluded, badly lit part of town as well and Bucky moved most at night where he wouldn't be seen.
He was off the grid for four months before HYDRA found him and began carefully calculating a mission to secure him and transport him back to a holding facility. The attack was two pronged of course. Bucky had his escape routes planned. He was prepared for most conventional attacks. The door was barricaded, behind the barricade were armed HYDRA agents, and two specialists rappelled down the roof onto the balcony to block his escape through that exit. Armed with gas masks and tranqguns, they started with a stun grenade and smoke bombs, heat-seeking goggles tracked Bucky's heat signature, they fired through the smoke. Bucky managed to hurly one of the goons over the balcony, a fall that would have proved fatal, but for the rope line from the roof stilling his fall. Then he was dragged back ... locked underground and wiped clean, all his memory completely expunged. His safehouse was torched. By the time the fire services put out the blaze, none of his memory notebooks, the bits and pieces of things he'd scrapped together ... all were lost.
Ever since the Triskellion fall and Stephanie's recovery, Nate had been pulling on every string he could find. Using old KGB contacts to unearth what he could about Project Winter Soldier. For the most part ... there wasn't much, then, he got into deep cover channels ... there were rumours buzzing of "The Asset Missing". Stephanie had been hopeful ... instead of delivering a killing blow, she'd said the Winter Soldier had pulled her from the lake, had recognised her maybe? Ever since, it was a mission of theirs to find him again, to bring him back from HYDRA's clutches.
As usual, they were lolling about Avengers H.Q. Nate doing his usual spy stuff, surfing communications channels for data. He sought out Steph, who always waited on tender hooks for another update, even though they were all much the same.
"Still nothing ... He's still MIA. Musta gone real deep cover, HYDRA are pulling out all the stops to find him. I'm not having much luck either, but I'll keep searching"
Now he was on the run. He'd disobeyed an order and once HYDRA found out that Captain America was still alive, he'd be in trouble. Worse still. He'd run.
They didn't like it when he ran. It had happened before a long time ago. He couldn't remember where or when or how, but whenever he failed, whenever he showed any sign of resistance ... it was met with brutal punishment.
Another two months passed. He began to remember things ... His name was Bucky ... her name was Stephanie. They were friends ...
He'd killed hundreds ... thousands even. Innocent civilians.
HYDRA were bad.
And then they got him.
The ambush had been carefully planned. Of course. Vasily Karpov wasn't fond of unnecessary risks. The Asset was sedated. Specially trained operatives. The safehouse he'd secreted himself away in was ... almost perfect. Windows covered in news paper so no one could see in. One door in, and a balcony. He could jump if someone came in through the door, and it was hard to surround him. It was in a secluded, badly lit part of town as well and Bucky moved most at night where he wouldn't be seen.
He was off the grid for four months before HYDRA found him and began carefully calculating a mission to secure him and transport him back to a holding facility. The attack was two pronged of course. Bucky had his escape routes planned. He was prepared for most conventional attacks. The door was barricaded, behind the barricade were armed HYDRA agents, and two specialists rappelled down the roof onto the balcony to block his escape through that exit. Armed with gas masks and tranqguns, they started with a stun grenade and smoke bombs, heat-seeking goggles tracked Bucky's heat signature, they fired through the smoke. Bucky managed to hurly one of the goons over the balcony, a fall that would have proved fatal, but for the rope line from the roof stilling his fall. Then he was dragged back ... locked underground and wiped clean, all his memory completely expunged. His safehouse was torched. By the time the fire services put out the blaze, none of his memory notebooks, the bits and pieces of things he'd scrapped together ... all were lost.
Ever since the Triskellion fall and Stephanie's recovery, Nate had been pulling on every string he could find. Using old KGB contacts to unearth what he could about Project Winter Soldier. For the most part ... there wasn't much, then, he got into deep cover channels ... there were rumours buzzing of "The Asset Missing". Stephanie had been hopeful ... instead of delivering a killing blow, she'd said the Winter Soldier had pulled her from the lake, had recognised her maybe? Ever since, it was a mission of theirs to find him again, to bring him back from HYDRA's clutches.
As usual, they were lolling about Avengers H.Q. Nate doing his usual spy stuff, surfing communications channels for data. He sought out Steph, who always waited on tender hooks for another update, even though they were all much the same.
"Still nothing ... He's still MIA. Musta gone real deep cover, HYDRA are pulling out all the stops to find him. I'm not having much luck either, but I'll keep searching"