onlyapassenger: (ss :: drinking hard)
The last place Bucky wants to be right now is in public, but heading home isn't much of an option, either, not when he's likely to get cornered with a million questions; he's too raw for human consumption, wearied by the force of his fury he's working hard to contain, but Steve suggested they get a drink, and so here they are, Captain America and Bucky, all grown up, and sitting in the darkest corner of the Hub they can manage on a Friday night. The white noise of the other patrons is enough to drown out the racing thoughts in Bucky's head; the three shots he downed upon sitting gets rid of the taste of his own vomit from before. He asks the bartender to leave the bottle. Nothing, though, seems to stops the itch that nags at him from underneath his skin, the need to hit something until it breaks.

Instead he sits, body so tense it's only a matter of time before he snaps entirely; despite this, his gaze stays leveled on Steve, his own wish for retribution taking a backseat to making sure his friend isn't about to lose it again. Bucky's a force to be reckoned with on his own, certainly, but between the two of them, they could leave the whole of the island in ruins by morning, and whatever reservations Bucky has about this piece of hell, he won't be the one who lets Steve jump off the deep end.
onlyapassenger: (ss :: determined)
The sights and sounds of Moscow are exchanged so suddenly for those of his island home that Bucky wonders if they ever even left, the evidence so overwhelmingly in favor of no that it takes him a moment to realize he's brandishing a gun instead of a deck of cards, the feel of it so familiar that he forgets to question its presence until he notices it's not even the Nagant, but rather one of his modified hand-guns that he hasn't seen in months. It's far from the only difference. His cotton t-shirt and army fatigues have been replaced with what he instinctively knows to be the Winter Soldier's uniform: a dark impact resistant suit accented with holsters and pockets for every conceivable handheld weapon and their many accessories. Even without looking at a mirror, he's aware of the contours of his old domino mask over his eyes, of the automatic sniper rifle slung across his back, of the pounds and pounds of gear weighing him down, like his guilty conscience isn't enough on its own.

All of that misery, and it was just a dream. A trick. All of that work, and he never escaped a damn thing. And now, now, the Island, in all of its bizarre cruelty, has sought to add insult to injury by showing the two people who actually mean something to him what everyone failed to save him from, the most important being himself. He'd fought against the brainwashing for years, but to no avail, not until Steve stepped in decades later, and with a little help from the cosmic cube, told him to remember who he was.

I remember... everything. Killing Jason and Lucy as though they were strangers. All the Allied blood spilled by my hands. Even in control of my actions, I was an enemy to my own people.

He's in such a state of shock that he forgets he isn't alone, sees Jason and Lucy still sitting at the table about a moment too late. He lowers the gun almost immediately, nearly drops it as he takes a stumbling step back as though he's been struck, hard.

"What--?" he asks, breathless and confused, and he's already eying the door again, even if it promises no escape.
onlyapassenger: (bb :: dead)
7 May 1945
A Military Base in Moscow...
Yet again.


Comrade Karpov's package arrived two days ago, though the doctors do not yet know whether they will be able to get anything useful from it. The physician aboard Karpov's submarine speculated that the subject's immersion in freezing water may have preserved him, as it prevented his wounds -- consisting of several severe lacerations on the left side of his body and the loss of his left arm at the shoulder -- from bleeding out. Since they had not the facilities to test this theory on-board, he was kept in cold storage until he could be transported here, to Moscow.

Yesterday, they began the process the process of allowing the subject's body to regain its heat, in the hope that his blood would still be usable for testing. They used an approach for this one of their spies had smuggled out of Hitler's most secret laboratories. There are documented cases where a body that is flash-frozen has been completely revived. There's little hope that that will be the case here, but Comrade Karpov and his superiors are more interested in the analysis of his vital fluids than in his revivification. Apparently the Comrade once saw the subject in action, and believes it probable that he, like his partner Captain America, has the much-rumored Super-Soldier Formula flowing through -- or rather, frozen inside -- his veins.

The subject's body temperature was increased over the course of several hours, and his wounds were dealt with to prevent bleeding. When his temperature was enough to normal, it was as the doctors thought: his tissue and blood were still viable, even if he was deceased, as predicted. However, since the subject had been frozen so soon after his demise, one of the doctors suggests they try to revive him as if he were only recently deceased. They administer electricity, Cardio-Pulmonary Resuscitation, and adrenaline directly into the heart.

Unbeknown to the doctors in the room, however, there are more Americans in their presence than the one on the table; the patriot known as Bucky Barnes is dead for the fourth time, but he won't be for long, and he won't be alone.

Text courtesy of Captain America #11.
onlyapassenger: (bb :: dead)
7 May 1945
A Military Base in Moscow...
Again.


Comrade Karpov's package arrived two days ago, though the doctors do not yet know whether they will be able to get anything useful from it. The physician aboard Karpov's submarine speculated that the subject's immersion in freezing water may have preserved him, as it prevented his wounds -- consisting of several severe lacerations on the left side of his body and the loss of his left arm at the shoulder -- from bleeding out. Since they had not the facilities to test this theory on-board, he was kept in cold storage until he could be transported here, to Moscow.

Yesterday, they began the process the process of allowing the subject's body to regain its heat, in the hope that his blood would still be usable for testing. They used an approach for this one of their spies had smuggled out of Hitler's most secret laboratories. There are documented cases where a body that is flash-frozen has been completely revived. There's little hope that that will be the case here, but Comrade Karpov and his superiors are more interested in the analysis of his vital fluids than in his revivification. Apparently the Comrade once saw the subject in action, and believes it probable that he, like his partner Captain America, has the much-rumored Super-Soldier Formula flowing through -- or rather, frozen inside -- his veins.

The subject's body temperature was increased over the course of several hours, and his wounds were dealt with to prevent bleeding. When his temperature was enough to normal, it was as the doctors thought: his tissue and blood were still viable, even if he was deceased, as predicted. However, since the subject had been frozen so soon after his demise, one of the doctors suggests they try to revive him as if he were only recently deceased. They administer electricity, Cardio-Pulmonary Resuscitation, and adrenaline directly into the heart.

Unbeknown to the doctors in the room, the American known as Bucky Barnes is dead for the third time, but he won't be for long.

Text courtesy of Captain America #11.
onlyapassenger: (bb :: dead)
7 May 1945
A Military Base in Moscow


Comrade Karpov's package arrived two days ago, though the doctors do not yet know whether they will be able to get anything useful from it. The physician aboard Karpov's submarine speculated that the subject's immersion in freezing water may have preserved him, as it prevented his wounds -- consisting of several severe lacerations on the left side of his body and the loss of his left arm at the shoulder -- from bleeding out. Since they had not the facilities to test this theory on-board, he was kept in cold storage until he could be transported here, to Moscow.

Yesterday, they began the process the process of allowing the subject's body to regain its heat, in the hope that his blood would still be usable for testing. They used an approach for this one of their spies had smuggled out of Hitler's most secret laboratories. There are documented cases where a body that is flash-frozen has been completely revived. There's little hope that that will be the case here, but Comrade Karpov and his superiors are more interested in the analysis of his vital fluids than in his revivification. Apparently the Comrade once saw the subject in action, and believes it probable that he, like his partner Captain America, has the much-rumored Super-Soldier Formula flowing through -- or rather, frozen inside -- his veins.

The subject's body temperature was increased over the course of several hours, and his wounds were dealt with to prevent bleeding. When his temperature was enough to normal, it was as the doctors thought: his tissue and blood were still viable, even if he was deceased, as predicted. However, since the subject had been frozen so soon after his demise, one of the doctors suggests they try to revive him as if he were only recently deceased. They administer electricity, Cardio-Pulmonary Resuscitation, and adrenaline directly into the heart.

The American known as Bucky Barnes is dead, but he won't be for long.

Text courtesy of Captain America #11.
onlyapassenger: (ss :: tight smile)
The place Bucky shares with Jason doesn't hold a candle to the apartment he left back in New York, but with the extension complete, and a few days of extra labor from Bucky's end of things, it's not half bad; he's certainly had to live in worse. Boasting two bedrooms and a common room that houses a fairly elaborate Smith machine, a round wooden table, and a handful of chairs, it's a practical mix of privacy and openness, kept meticulously neat to military standards, though it manages, still, to look lived in, not sterile. There's a shower out back, little more than a stall and a hose, and a small stable to the side that plays home to the horse that's somehow found her way under Bucky's care, not unlike a lot of things on this island. Then again, such has been the nature of his entire stay so far on Tabula Rasa; by all accounts, his experience has been unusual. It's not everyone who finds themselves a job so quickly; it's fewer still who end up with a position of some authority all but dropped into their lap. He wonders if it's deserved -- and there are a couple of people here who he knows would say it isn't -- or if there's just something about him that draws responsibility like a moth to the flame.

It's a Thursday today, though, which means his time is entirely his own -- no class, no ITF training, just hours to spend doing whatever he so chooses. The excitement of the space station already seems like a lifetime ago, even if barely a month has passed; he'd felt useful during those few hours. Alive. Now, he's spent most of his day going over land he's already covered countless times in the months since his arrival, and has returned to the comfort of his own living room to go about his usual workout routine as the natural light dims, night slowly overtaking day. Jason's spotting him as he bench presses more weight than is probably wise when there's a knock at the door; while it's probably for the kid, anyway, Bucky nevertheless says on an exhale, "I'll get it."

about

James Buchanan Barnes, also known as, Bucky, Winter Soldier, and most recently, Captain America, is among Marvel Comics' first characters. Created by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby in 1941, Bucky first debuted in Captain America Comics #1 under Marvel's 1940s predecessor, Timely Comics.

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