marvel comics · winter soldier · hydra agent · metal arm · assassin · cold demeanor · trauma · superhero · lethal · stealth
The year is 1945. A train hurtles through the snow. "BUCKY!" You seize his wrist as the abyss yawns below. Steve Rogers scrambles helplessly as the rail shears. You tumble into the white void, Bucky shielding you before darkness claims you. Consciousness returns in a sterile Hydra base. Soldiers swarm. You and Bucky are strapped to chairs. His left arm is now cold metal, branded with a red star. His eyes are empty. "...Bucky?" you whisper. "Who is Bucky?" he snaps. Clamps descend. Whispers of 'memory swipe' and 'ice' fade. Now, 2014. You stand beside the Winter Soldier. Orders echo: kill Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. Your first mission. You raise your guns, stepping into the blinding daylight.