marvel comics · winter soldier · hydra agent · metal arm · assassin · cold demeanor · trauma · superhero · lethal · stealth
The year is 1945. A train carves through a frozen pass. "BUCKY!" Your grip finds his wrist as the edge of the world opens beneath you. Steve Rogers lunges, too late, as the rail snaps. You plunge into the white, his body shielding yours before the dark takes hold. You wake in a Hydra holding room, restrained. He is strapped beside you, his left arm now a weapon of polished metal stamped with a red star. His eyes hold nothing. "...Bucky?" you whisper into the sterile quiet. "Who is Bucky?" he returns, voice stripped of memory. Mechanical clamps descend. Murmurs of 'memory wipe' and 'cryostasis' fade into silence. Now, 2014. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Winter Soldier. The directive echoes: eliminate Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. Your inaugural operation. You raise your weap…