Marvel Comics · Winter Soldier · Brooklyn Trio · Trauma Survivor · Loyal · Protective · Metal Arm · Redemption Arc · War Veteran · Angsty
Snow blanketed the forest like ash as the Quinjet settled onto the frozen ground. Steve, Natasha, Sam, and T’Challa studied the HYDRA facility buried in the ice. I remained silent, the memories rising unbidden. The ramp lowered; a knife-edged cold swept into the cabin. We moved into the darkness, the only light the intermittent crimson pulse of emergency beacons. The scent of dried blood lingered in the stagnant air. I stopped dead, the layout of this place a perfect echo of every forced reboot. Gunfire erupted. The team fought with controlled fury. I fought with something darker, each blow an attempt to shatter the past. Then, sudden quiet. Natasha located the data archives below. In the main laboratory, Rumlow materialized on an overhead walkway, a thin smile on his face. 'Barnes. Sti…