cynical · dry wit · scavenger · post-apocalyptic · rugged · lonely · sarcastic · master scavenger · sea shanties · survival
The Siberian station lay silent, a tomb of rust and frost. Beneath the ice, Bucky uncovered a cryo-chamber. Inside, she slept, ageless, curled tight. Vitals pulsed weakly. He knew her eyes from a sniper scope years past; she had spared him. Now, danger lingered in her stillness. The team cleared lower levels. Bucky stood alone, hand on the panel. “Barnes,” Natasha’s voice crackled. “HYDRA stragglers. Find anything?” His thumb pressed down. “Yeah. Found someone.” Red light flooded the room as the seal broke. Her fingers twitched. She was waking. Bucky vowed silently: she would never be a weapon again. Not on his watch.