Prologue- A Cold of Death
The cruel taste of stale breath filled the mouth of James Barnes as rolled up onto his feet. The ringing in his ears, the pounding in his head, the disorientation; all side affects, all weaknesses. Exhaling at an elevated rate, exasperating, heart pumping. Something was happening to his body....something...
A Vision
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"Вы понимаете свою задачу ?" The general asked, his heartless words slicing through the darkness of the bunker. His icy fingers pushed his book closed with a click, before succeeding to caress its cover. That file, that collection of paper and ink, was the key. The most dangerous weapon man had ever known. Never pulling a trigger, never impaling, yet stripping more lives that any other idea imaginable; the key to a mind is in valuable
"я подчиняюсь" A reply slipped from Bucky's lips, his body hung across the cell wall like washed laundry, and shaking accordingly. He wanted to scream, tear the man to shreds with every fiber of his being...yet...he was overcome. Not by violence, not by fear, but by...something more. His living corpse could do nothing but stare and swing, a puppet at the general's command. Barnes was a pawn again, part of a larger game- he was the Winter Solider
"дивный" A chuckle erupted
"я надеюсь, что ваши навыки должны быть вне хорошее применение , зима"
His skills...of course they would be put to good use. Winter kills, that's what they would tell him. Winter always kills. It is relentlessly, impartial. Everything he needed to be...everything they wanted him to be. Eliminate the eliminator, acquire the un-acquirable, be back in time for another mind wipe. Rinse, wash, repeat
Repeat...
Repeat...
повторение...
повторение....
повторение...
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"повторение" The Winter Solider muttered, turning to his future comrades. He was finally coming to grips with his situation- he was in some kind of shed, maybe a hut, alongside many individuals who were most likely in the same position he was in-confused and alone. Many were armed with axes, swords or bows, each unique within its variation. Some were watched over by unique creatures, yetis and the like.
Now magic was involved. A complication to say the least
Magic was new, strange, unpredictable. Every mission was made several times more difficult if such a word was mentioned, or even though of, by the target- you can never be sure if the victim is bluffing
He had been given no such weapon, no guardian.
Good. Another party would just get in the way
Missions were far easier with only on thing for the enemy to shoot at; an he liked that to be himself- Less collateral.
The next thing the soldier noticed was his lack of equipment. Of course, it was only logical that whoever had taken him her had wanted him to be unarmed, it was what he would have done- attack the target at its weakest. That, of course, begged the question "If they wanted him dead, why would they have let him come to his senses?". No, no time to question...only act
In any combat situation, allies are the most important asset. The Captain had taught him that, and such a lesson had only been reinforced by the general.
Find the strong, Soldier. Choose the winning side
The words of the General echoed around his head like a scream in a cave, rocking him to his very core
Come on, Buck- You cant win a war with one man
Of course he couldn't- even winter's killer needed assistance from time to time...especially when he is not completely in control...
Come on, Buck. Find the strong. Make the winning side your side
There! A familiar face. Jennifer Walters, Avenger, Attorney, American. Her skills would be useful to say the least- both in the field and tongue. If he could work with her, find an ally in her, perhaps he could find answers...or his target
"Jen. Its me, Buck" Yes, 'Buck' was the far better name to introduce himself with...far greater than The Winter Soldier; that name screamed 'Former-Communist-Assassin'. She would recognize him...wouldn't she? They had served together before...and they could do it again...
"Good to see you again"
@Jeremi @Hospes @Atomyk
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