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Name: James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, The Winter Soldier, Captain America
Age: WHO EVEN KNOWS. Probably like early 30s physically? He was born in 1925.
Canon: Marvel 616
Canon Point: Forever Allies #1, when he's riding through Colorado.
Reference: The Unabridged Life of James B. Barnes: A Tale of Manpain and Brainwashing
Suitability: NA he's a grown ass man who wrestles bears.
Arrival: Bucky was just dropped off in Colorado via plane jump, and his ride dropped with him. He was on his way through a wooded area, on backroads most likely, toward the Rocky Mountain Federal Prison to gather intel on Lady Lotus, a supposed prisoner there. After leaving the prison, he heads back out through the woods on bike and instead of finding his way out of the state, the road takes him straight into Great Pines.
Personality:
Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Except for Bucky Barnes, who died a hero and was still twisted into the exact thing he had died to fight - a monster.
Bucky's upbringing contributed a lot to his personality before his 'death'. He was raised within the little microculture of Camp Lehigh, amongst a thousand older 'brothers', appeasing his superior officers like a normal boy would try to appease his parents. He was brash, charming, and beneath it all, angry - having lost his parents young, and having watched them send his sister (his only other family) away to a proper boarding school, he was always full of a rage he couldn't quite quell. It egged him into fighting with the other kids around the base, with other soldiers, usually people much bigger than him, and he nearly always got in trouble for it. The superiors directed this anger by training him, starting at age 16, to join his fellow soldiers in the field, and he took to it like a fish to water. Finally he had direction, and that was important to him, just like being Captain America's partner was important. He wanted to prove his worth, wanted to fit in, wanted to be a part of something. And he did become that hero he wanted to be, to make his father proud. He gave his life in service.
The Russians twisted that when they recovered his broken, frozen body off the bottom of the English Channel. They turned him against his country, made him into nothing. Where Bucky Barnes was a fiercely shining star trying to find his place in the sky, the Winter Soldier was nothing, a ghost, a legend and a killer.
James Buchanan Barnes these days is a mixture of everything he used to be and the weight of the world's expectations for him. At the very heart of it is the man he used to be when he liked himself, the man he used to be that he hates surrounding that, the man he is now and the man he wants to become on top of that. At his core is a genuinely good person - or at least, a person who tries very hard to be good, though he isn't the ideal hero and he knows it. He's still picking up the pieces of himself, finding his footing and learning to live with himself and everything he's done. It isn't easy, he's still broken deep down where he can't quite be fixed, but a brave face has always been his mask.
On the surface, Bucky is a gruff, hard sort of man, and can come off as distant or coolly detached at times. He finds it difficult to show affection except with the people he's close to, and he gets right down to business instead of making small talk about the situation. He can be quite sullen, actually, and brooding, with a sort of sadness about him that tends to linger. He isn't exactly knowingly malicious to other people, he just... tends to come off as brusque, clipped, and it's easy to mistake his self-hatred for hatred of other people. But those who know him better, who get in underneath that facade he puts on to conceal his own perceived weaknesses, he's a little awkward, a little quiet. He makes morbid jokes that other people don't seem to find funny. He tries to do good for the world and for his team to make up for everything he's done in the past. He's awkward around babies and girls.
On the field, he hasn't lost the confidence he had as a teenager, though - he's well trained and he knows it, so he tends to be reckless and do whatever he thinks best at the time instead of waiting for orders. Despite being Captain America for a time, Bucky was never really the perfect, ideal hero like Steve was; he's more ruthless, more willing to get the job done even if it means getting his hands dirty. That's what he trained for since he was sixteen, and he slips into the role easily, though he shows more restraint in modern times when it comes to killing, likely because of his guilt issues.
It's hard to guess from how Bucky goes on with his life, from how he presents himself to other people, that he actually hates himself more than anyone. He has a lot of self worth issues and guilt issues that come from decades of being a brainwashed KGB killing machine who took a lot of innocent lives at his handlers' behest. He remembers everything, thanks to the Cosmic Cube, for better or worse - this means he remembers most of the war, which were his happy years despite the horrors of WWII raging around him, and he remembers all the things he did as the Winter Soldier, horrors that meld with the rest of his memories and give him horrible nightmares. This, though, doesn't mean that he can always remember everything at every one moment. The Cube never healed his brain damage from his death and resuscitation, and so his memory can be spotty sometimes, with things fading in his mind until they're brought up.
He's primarily serious and subdued, though he still has a sense of humor, if a dry, sarcastic sort of one. Bucky can be a bit snide depending on the situation and who he's talking to, but he can also manage to be polite if necessary. He was raised with good old '30s manners, after all, his father trying to instill in him a good work ethic and politeness. Granted, it didn't always work out - Bucky was a headstrong, angry kid who got in a lot of fights, but he was always respectful of his superiors at Camp Lehigh. Still, nowadays, he's kind of bitter and jaded from his experiences.
Another thing he deals with constantly is his anger issues. When he was a child, after his mother died, he was angry at the world and took it out on other kids at the base, beating up anybody bigger than him just to prove he could. It disappointed his father, who used to be a roughneck himself and wanted something better for his son, but that anger in Bucky never really went away. The Army channeled it into punching Nazis instead, and it actually worked pretty well. The discipline and the training the Army gave him helped to mellow him out a little, to give him a focus and something to do with his restless self. Being Cap's partner meant the world to him, and he took his job very seriously, even though he knew what he was doing was dirty work (but he did the dirty work so that Steve wouldn't have to). He's clever and quick-minded even still, and he trusts his instincts on the field. He might not be book smart, having dropped out of school to join the Army, but he's very well trained and being on a battlefield is second nature to him. Of course, this means he won't always wait for instruction or take the cautious route, he has no problems barrelling into things head-first and without thinking. The anger still remains even lately; when he first got his memories back, he went after Lukin, his former handler, with the intent of killing him for what he'd done to Bucky. When Steve "dies", he goes after Tony, who he blames for Steve's death. Blind, overwhelming anger and rash, poor decisions.
Speaking of rash, poor decisions... He also tends to be a bit of an alcoholic when he's thrown into a depressive swing by a traumatic event. When Steve dies, for example, he drinks heavily in a bar, takes his anger out on a bunch of rednecks, and then decides it'd be a great idea to go kill Tony Stark. He's not exactly the best at handling his own emotions; he's a product of the 40s and macho army culture, where men were not supposed to show weakness or feelings. He grew up surrounded by this sort of attitude, learning it from his soldier father and all the soldiers at Camp Lehigh, and so he resorts to handling his feelings the only few ways he knows how. Which tends to be self-destructive behavior. It ties in again to the self-loathing, he cares a lot less if his decisions negatively affect him than he cares if they affect other people.
Extremely important to him are the few people he's close to and trusts. He isn't an easy man to get to know, primarily because he distances himself from people to protect them (and because he sees himself as someone unworthy of their friendship), but Tom Raymond, Steve Rogers, the rest of the Invaders, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, and some of the New Avengers did manage it, and he thinks highly of them. He's extremely loyal to the people he cares about, going to great lengths for them just because they care about him, like the time he fought to save Sharon Carter even though he didn't know her and, in truth, she had actually wanted to kill him at one point, just because she's Steve's girl and he would do anything for Steve. The New Avengers were the closest thing he had to a family after coming back to the world, and Sam Wilson the closest thing to a best friend who wasn't his best friend before the war. Steve brought him back to the world and tried to give him a place in it, and he's grateful for that, even if he doesn't feel like he deserves it, or much of anything.
Bucky primarily chases redemption for the things he'd been made to do in the past. He wants to be deserving of the love he gets from the people who care about him, he wants to be a good person who feels like he deserves to be part of the world, but at the same time, he isn't sure he can ever make up for the weight of his guilt. This is why he tends to be so rash and reckless, some part of him feels like he should be punished with pain while he tries to make up for his sins on the field, making the world safer. The weight of the world's expectations for him as the new Captain America also tend to weigh very heavily on him, and he probably needs therapy but good luck getting through his constant fog of manpain to convince him of that.
Ultimately guilt and redemption are the main themes of his character, and he's been subdued and matured by his years, from a cocky, brash teenager to a determined, deeply traumatized man who just wants to do some good and feel like he belongs in the world. He has a tendency to rely on one or two highly important people in his life for comfort and keeping himself grounded. Usually this is Steve, and/or Natasha, sometimes Sam. Mostly Natasha. Despite his upbringing and his inability to deal very well with feelings, he's actually a very sentimental man, who places a lot of emotional importance on certain people and things and feels for those very deeply. Natasha is an obvious example, in Winter Soldier he thinks naively that his love for her can help to break her brainwashing even though he knows better, he knows intellectually and deep in his soul how deep the programming can go, and yet he wants to believe that love will conquer anyway. He also idolizes Steve, putting him on a pedestal. The shield got similar treatment - he went to a lot of trouble to steal it from Tony and SHIELD, because after Steve "died", he didn't want anyone else touching the shield. He didn't think he deserved it, but he knew no one else did because in his mind no one else knew what Steve had meant to the world.
That's where he is now, trying to be the Captain America the world needs, not because he's the best man for the job but because he doesn't trust anyone else with his oldest and closest friend's legacy.
Abilities/Powers: Bucky is a regular human being, and therefore has no special innate abilities. He's at Olympic levels of fitness though, due to heavy training, and he has several useful skills in his repertoire from his upbringing.
Bucky Barnes is a master combatant who knows quite a bit of martial arts and hand to hand fighting techniques, armed and unarmed. He was trained by WWII greats including Rex Applegate, William Fairbairn, and Captain America (Steve Rogers). He learned a lot in months of training with the SAS in Britain when the SAS was still in its infancy, and later in his life, he was extensively trained and trained others in the Russian Red Room. He also knows how to fight with a shield, having needed to to carry on Steve's legacy as Captain America. He is an expert marksman and prefers the weight of a gun in his hands than a knife or a shield, though. He is intensely fit and flexible, having been trained in some acrobatics to make maneuvering easier. Stealth and quiet killing are both things he's famous for.
To back it all up, he's pretty gifted when it comes to tracking, battle strategy, and planning missions, no matter the objective. He's pretty much been a soldier his entire life, it's what he knows, it's what he's good at, and it's what he loves, for the most part. He's probably one of the most dangerous men in the Marvel Universe despite his lack of powers.
Some other skills he has: bomb defusing and explosives knowledge, he speaks four languages fluently (English, Russian, German, and Japanese) and knows a little French, he has a lot of SHIELD intel and works closely with master spies like Nick Fury Sr. and Black Widow, advance scouting, stealth, breaking and entering, assassination with a multitude of weaponry, and general ass-kicking. He knows a lot about firearms, motorcycles, and the aforementioned demolitions.
He is an amputee, though, and his missing left arm was replaced with a bionic one wired into his nervous system and brain. The bionic arm has super-human strength levels, better reaction time, sensors to get it and other weapons through metal detectors, electrical discharges from the palm, EMPs, and it can be remote controlled when removed. Yes, it's exactly as creepy-hilarious as it sounds. Sometimes the arm is also covered with a fake skin covering to keep from drawing attention.
Presumably, his latest dose of Infinity Formula will slow his aging temporarily, but the stuff is never mentioned again so no one really knows how that affects his physiology. Comics. But this only applies to a post-Fear Itself Bucky.
Weaknesses: Himself. No really. Mental instability and self-hatred and guilt issues are all things with Bucky and it causes him to do stupid things. There's a reason his friends will decline plans, citing that they sound like 'Bucky plans'. He sometimes tends to rush into things without thinking about his own personal safety, which can go disastrously, of course, and he ends up getting hurt because deep down he thinks he deserves it. His biggest weaknesses really are psychological. It isn't super hard to manipulate him if you know what minefields to set off in his head. He has a history of brainwashing and memory loss, and probably some lingering brain damage, has a lot of nightmares, etc. He's also only human, despite the arm and the Infinity Formula, and he's died or nearly died a couple times. Obviously he is also not immune to limb loss, being shot, being knifed, falling off of things, falling onto cars, or bears. He's really not immune to bears. Also while he might be smart, and a quick study when it comes to new weapons and technology that will help with his missions, he also isn't some kind of genius. Nat probably set up all his computer equipment.
Items/Weapons: His Captain America uniform underneath his clothes, made of bulletproof and impact resistant fabric and skin tight. Thanks to Tea, he has sport underwear with a cup under them. On top he's wearing boot cut jeans, a white t-shirt, black leather jacket, black leather gloves, black combat boots, and sunglasses. He's riding in on a modified (can reach Los Angeles from Colorado in ten hours instead of twelve) replica Indian motorcycle, cherry red, with his belt, knife, gun, shield, and some fake identification for "Barney Jamieson, freelance writer" in the saddlebag.
Age: WHO EVEN KNOWS. Probably like early 30s physically? He was born in 1925.
Canon: Marvel 616
Canon Point: Forever Allies #1, when he's riding through Colorado.
Reference: The Unabridged Life of James B. Barnes: A Tale of Manpain and Brainwashing
Suitability: NA he's a grown ass man who wrestles bears.
Arrival: Bucky was just dropped off in Colorado via plane jump, and his ride dropped with him. He was on his way through a wooded area, on backroads most likely, toward the Rocky Mountain Federal Prison to gather intel on Lady Lotus, a supposed prisoner there. After leaving the prison, he heads back out through the woods on bike and instead of finding his way out of the state, the road takes him straight into Great Pines.
Personality:
Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Except for Bucky Barnes, who died a hero and was still twisted into the exact thing he had died to fight - a monster.
Bucky's upbringing contributed a lot to his personality before his 'death'. He was raised within the little microculture of Camp Lehigh, amongst a thousand older 'brothers', appeasing his superior officers like a normal boy would try to appease his parents. He was brash, charming, and beneath it all, angry - having lost his parents young, and having watched them send his sister (his only other family) away to a proper boarding school, he was always full of a rage he couldn't quite quell. It egged him into fighting with the other kids around the base, with other soldiers, usually people much bigger than him, and he nearly always got in trouble for it. The superiors directed this anger by training him, starting at age 16, to join his fellow soldiers in the field, and he took to it like a fish to water. Finally he had direction, and that was important to him, just like being Captain America's partner was important. He wanted to prove his worth, wanted to fit in, wanted to be a part of something. And he did become that hero he wanted to be, to make his father proud. He gave his life in service.
The Russians twisted that when they recovered his broken, frozen body off the bottom of the English Channel. They turned him against his country, made him into nothing. Where Bucky Barnes was a fiercely shining star trying to find his place in the sky, the Winter Soldier was nothing, a ghost, a legend and a killer.
James Buchanan Barnes these days is a mixture of everything he used to be and the weight of the world's expectations for him. At the very heart of it is the man he used to be when he liked himself, the man he used to be that he hates surrounding that, the man he is now and the man he wants to become on top of that. At his core is a genuinely good person - or at least, a person who tries very hard to be good, though he isn't the ideal hero and he knows it. He's still picking up the pieces of himself, finding his footing and learning to live with himself and everything he's done. It isn't easy, he's still broken deep down where he can't quite be fixed, but a brave face has always been his mask.
On the surface, Bucky is a gruff, hard sort of man, and can come off as distant or coolly detached at times. He finds it difficult to show affection except with the people he's close to, and he gets right down to business instead of making small talk about the situation. He can be quite sullen, actually, and brooding, with a sort of sadness about him that tends to linger. He isn't exactly knowingly malicious to other people, he just... tends to come off as brusque, clipped, and it's easy to mistake his self-hatred for hatred of other people. But those who know him better, who get in underneath that facade he puts on to conceal his own perceived weaknesses, he's a little awkward, a little quiet. He makes morbid jokes that other people don't seem to find funny. He tries to do good for the world and for his team to make up for everything he's done in the past. He's awkward around babies and girls.
On the field, he hasn't lost the confidence he had as a teenager, though - he's well trained and he knows it, so he tends to be reckless and do whatever he thinks best at the time instead of waiting for orders. Despite being Captain America for a time, Bucky was never really the perfect, ideal hero like Steve was; he's more ruthless, more willing to get the job done even if it means getting his hands dirty. That's what he trained for since he was sixteen, and he slips into the role easily, though he shows more restraint in modern times when it comes to killing, likely because of his guilt issues.
It's hard to guess from how Bucky goes on with his life, from how he presents himself to other people, that he actually hates himself more than anyone. He has a lot of self worth issues and guilt issues that come from decades of being a brainwashed KGB killing machine who took a lot of innocent lives at his handlers' behest. He remembers everything, thanks to the Cosmic Cube, for better or worse - this means he remembers most of the war, which were his happy years despite the horrors of WWII raging around him, and he remembers all the things he did as the Winter Soldier, horrors that meld with the rest of his memories and give him horrible nightmares. This, though, doesn't mean that he can always remember everything at every one moment. The Cube never healed his brain damage from his death and resuscitation, and so his memory can be spotty sometimes, with things fading in his mind until they're brought up.
He's primarily serious and subdued, though he still has a sense of humor, if a dry, sarcastic sort of one. Bucky can be a bit snide depending on the situation and who he's talking to, but he can also manage to be polite if necessary. He was raised with good old '30s manners, after all, his father trying to instill in him a good work ethic and politeness. Granted, it didn't always work out - Bucky was a headstrong, angry kid who got in a lot of fights, but he was always respectful of his superiors at Camp Lehigh. Still, nowadays, he's kind of bitter and jaded from his experiences.
Another thing he deals with constantly is his anger issues. When he was a child, after his mother died, he was angry at the world and took it out on other kids at the base, beating up anybody bigger than him just to prove he could. It disappointed his father, who used to be a roughneck himself and wanted something better for his son, but that anger in Bucky never really went away. The Army channeled it into punching Nazis instead, and it actually worked pretty well. The discipline and the training the Army gave him helped to mellow him out a little, to give him a focus and something to do with his restless self. Being Cap's partner meant the world to him, and he took his job very seriously, even though he knew what he was doing was dirty work (but he did the dirty work so that Steve wouldn't have to). He's clever and quick-minded even still, and he trusts his instincts on the field. He might not be book smart, having dropped out of school to join the Army, but he's very well trained and being on a battlefield is second nature to him. Of course, this means he won't always wait for instruction or take the cautious route, he has no problems barrelling into things head-first and without thinking. The anger still remains even lately; when he first got his memories back, he went after Lukin, his former handler, with the intent of killing him for what he'd done to Bucky. When Steve "dies", he goes after Tony, who he blames for Steve's death. Blind, overwhelming anger and rash, poor decisions.
Speaking of rash, poor decisions... He also tends to be a bit of an alcoholic when he's thrown into a depressive swing by a traumatic event. When Steve dies, for example, he drinks heavily in a bar, takes his anger out on a bunch of rednecks, and then decides it'd be a great idea to go kill Tony Stark. He's not exactly the best at handling his own emotions; he's a product of the 40s and macho army culture, where men were not supposed to show weakness or feelings. He grew up surrounded by this sort of attitude, learning it from his soldier father and all the soldiers at Camp Lehigh, and so he resorts to handling his feelings the only few ways he knows how. Which tends to be self-destructive behavior. It ties in again to the self-loathing, he cares a lot less if his decisions negatively affect him than he cares if they affect other people.
Extremely important to him are the few people he's close to and trusts. He isn't an easy man to get to know, primarily because he distances himself from people to protect them (and because he sees himself as someone unworthy of their friendship), but Tom Raymond, Steve Rogers, the rest of the Invaders, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, and some of the New Avengers did manage it, and he thinks highly of them. He's extremely loyal to the people he cares about, going to great lengths for them just because they care about him, like the time he fought to save Sharon Carter even though he didn't know her and, in truth, she had actually wanted to kill him at one point, just because she's Steve's girl and he would do anything for Steve. The New Avengers were the closest thing he had to a family after coming back to the world, and Sam Wilson the closest thing to a best friend who wasn't his best friend before the war. Steve brought him back to the world and tried to give him a place in it, and he's grateful for that, even if he doesn't feel like he deserves it, or much of anything.
Bucky primarily chases redemption for the things he'd been made to do in the past. He wants to be deserving of the love he gets from the people who care about him, he wants to be a good person who feels like he deserves to be part of the world, but at the same time, he isn't sure he can ever make up for the weight of his guilt. This is why he tends to be so rash and reckless, some part of him feels like he should be punished with pain while he tries to make up for his sins on the field, making the world safer. The weight of the world's expectations for him as the new Captain America also tend to weigh very heavily on him, and he probably needs therapy but good luck getting through his constant fog of manpain to convince him of that.
Ultimately guilt and redemption are the main themes of his character, and he's been subdued and matured by his years, from a cocky, brash teenager to a determined, deeply traumatized man who just wants to do some good and feel like he belongs in the world. He has a tendency to rely on one or two highly important people in his life for comfort and keeping himself grounded. Usually this is Steve, and/or Natasha, sometimes Sam. Mostly Natasha. Despite his upbringing and his inability to deal very well with feelings, he's actually a very sentimental man, who places a lot of emotional importance on certain people and things and feels for those very deeply. Natasha is an obvious example, in Winter Soldier he thinks naively that his love for her can help to break her brainwashing even though he knows better, he knows intellectually and deep in his soul how deep the programming can go, and yet he wants to believe that love will conquer anyway. He also idolizes Steve, putting him on a pedestal. The shield got similar treatment - he went to a lot of trouble to steal it from Tony and SHIELD, because after Steve "died", he didn't want anyone else touching the shield. He didn't think he deserved it, but he knew no one else did because in his mind no one else knew what Steve had meant to the world.
That's where he is now, trying to be the Captain America the world needs, not because he's the best man for the job but because he doesn't trust anyone else with his oldest and closest friend's legacy.
Abilities/Powers: Bucky is a regular human being, and therefore has no special innate abilities. He's at Olympic levels of fitness though, due to heavy training, and he has several useful skills in his repertoire from his upbringing.
Bucky Barnes is a master combatant who knows quite a bit of martial arts and hand to hand fighting techniques, armed and unarmed. He was trained by WWII greats including Rex Applegate, William Fairbairn, and Captain America (Steve Rogers). He learned a lot in months of training with the SAS in Britain when the SAS was still in its infancy, and later in his life, he was extensively trained and trained others in the Russian Red Room. He also knows how to fight with a shield, having needed to to carry on Steve's legacy as Captain America. He is an expert marksman and prefers the weight of a gun in his hands than a knife or a shield, though. He is intensely fit and flexible, having been trained in some acrobatics to make maneuvering easier. Stealth and quiet killing are both things he's famous for.
To back it all up, he's pretty gifted when it comes to tracking, battle strategy, and planning missions, no matter the objective. He's pretty much been a soldier his entire life, it's what he knows, it's what he's good at, and it's what he loves, for the most part. He's probably one of the most dangerous men in the Marvel Universe despite his lack of powers.
Some other skills he has: bomb defusing and explosives knowledge, he speaks four languages fluently (English, Russian, German, and Japanese) and knows a little French, he has a lot of SHIELD intel and works closely with master spies like Nick Fury Sr. and Black Widow, advance scouting, stealth, breaking and entering, assassination with a multitude of weaponry, and general ass-kicking. He knows a lot about firearms, motorcycles, and the aforementioned demolitions.
He is an amputee, though, and his missing left arm was replaced with a bionic one wired into his nervous system and brain. The bionic arm has super-human strength levels, better reaction time, sensors to get it and other weapons through metal detectors, electrical discharges from the palm, EMPs, and it can be remote controlled when removed. Yes, it's exactly as creepy-hilarious as it sounds. Sometimes the arm is also covered with a fake skin covering to keep from drawing attention.
Presumably, his latest dose of Infinity Formula will slow his aging temporarily, but the stuff is never mentioned again so no one really knows how that affects his physiology. Comics. But this only applies to a post-Fear Itself Bucky.
Weaknesses: Himself. No really. Mental instability and self-hatred and guilt issues are all things with Bucky and it causes him to do stupid things. There's a reason his friends will decline plans, citing that they sound like 'Bucky plans'. He sometimes tends to rush into things without thinking about his own personal safety, which can go disastrously, of course, and he ends up getting hurt because deep down he thinks he deserves it. His biggest weaknesses really are psychological. It isn't super hard to manipulate him if you know what minefields to set off in his head. He has a history of brainwashing and memory loss, and probably some lingering brain damage, has a lot of nightmares, etc. He's also only human, despite the arm and the Infinity Formula, and he's died or nearly died a couple times. Obviously he is also not immune to limb loss, being shot, being knifed, falling off of things, falling onto cars, or bears. He's really not immune to bears. Also while he might be smart, and a quick study when it comes to new weapons and technology that will help with his missions, he also isn't some kind of genius. Nat probably set up all his computer equipment.
Items/Weapons: His Captain America uniform underneath his clothes, made of bulletproof and impact resistant fabric and skin tight. Thanks to Tea, he has sport underwear with a cup under them. On top he's wearing boot cut jeans, a white t-shirt, black leather jacket, black leather gloves, black combat boots, and sunglasses. He's riding in on a modified (can reach Los Angeles from Colorado in ten hours instead of twelve) replica Indian motorcycle, cherry red, with his belt, knife, gun, shield, and some fake identification for "Barney Jamieson, freelance writer" in the saddlebag.
Samples
First Person:
Third Person:
"We got word of a major fluctuation in the power grids in northern Chechnya. Based on reports from the power company in Grozny, somewhere big just lost power. It could be running on generators, or it could be abandoned, but we need to find out what it is - it was using a hell of a lot of energy while it was going, but it was buried under paperwork."
Bucky hadn't needed to hear much more. Chechnya is too close to Russia for his comfort, considering the circumstances, and he had been dropped off by plane that night in the vicinity of where SHIELD techs had pinned down the power-suck as being. They hadn't been wrong, it didn't take long for him to find hidden entrances to what seemed to be an underground bunker, and boy, wasn't this familiar? The traps on the doors are dusty and were placed there a while ago, from the looks of it, similar mechanisms to what he remembers of the Red Room. In this area, it's not completely impossible that AIM or HYDRA could have gotten hold of KGB technology or intel, but he still doesn't like the thought.
Disarming explosives is simple, quiet business, and these are at least a year old, not well protected from the elements. There are recent fingerprints in the dust - they were deactivated and activated again very recently. Soon the thick metal door slides open with a soft hiss of stale air escaping. Inside is dark and silent, and Captain America switches on the night vision feature in his modified cowl - provided by Tony Stark for this specifically. He can't risk turning on any lights just in case it's not as abandoned as it seems.
The smell hits him hard. Dust, lingering traces of antiseptic, the stale, cold, recirculated air of somewhere devoid of human life. Like the warehouse they took him out of the last time as the Winter Soldier. As he moves through the shadows quietly, he can feel the hallway tilting downward; he's going deeper. There are no schematics for this bunker in SHIELD's intel, and so he relies on his own instincts, his own experiences with places like these, to make his way through.
A few abandoned yellow beekeeper-like helmets, cleaner than the rest of the detritus, tell him that this was definitely an AIM base, scattered papers and clean spots in the grime on tables and walls telling him that they took small things that they could carry and ran in a hurry. Moving house, maybe the power outage caught them off guard. It was the power company's fault, an unexpected mishap. The smaller stuff is definitely gone, it seems, but the small stuff isn't what Director Stark wants. He wants to know what they were doing here, what technology or medical experiments they were working on. Or that's what he told Bucky, they don't exactly talk much.
He risks pulling out a flashlight as he gets deeper into the chilly bunker and the rooms grow larger, made of more utilitarian concrete down here, dotted with suspicious dark patches here and there like splatters. Ominous but not unexpected. Still, he kind of regrets turning on the light when he sees the cylindrical chambers lining the room, tubes and wires hooking them into the walls, small glass viewing ports on the fronts covered with a light, light coating of dust. Dread sits heavy in the pit of his stomach, choking him.
A gloved hand wipes a trail through the dust on one of the cryochambers' viewing ports, and the light shines in. Before he left for Chechnya, he went to dinner with Natalia, at a fancy little bistro she loves. The steak he'd had, he thinks, was one of the best of his life, and now his stomach threatens to heave it up again as he takes in the sight of the melted chemical sludge, cryo-prep chemicals and something else, a rotting soup without electricity to keep the chambers cold. A distorted eyeball floats in the goop aimlessly, and he nearly does throw up, then, as it grows in his mind with dawning horror what sorts of things AIM had stolen from the KGB. This was once a beehive of horrible activity.
He moves on, he can't bear to look anymore. Bucky can't bear to wonder if that could have been him, had Lukin not thawed him out one last time.
Bucky moves on because it's all he can do. He's putting together a picture in his mind and the farther he ventures down the rabbit hole, the uglier and more twisted it gets. And SHIELD wants this technology, their research?
In the next room, his breath catches in his throat with- not fear exactly, not for himself, but for whatever poor creatures were experimented on here. Another cryochamber, bigger, more tubes and wires connecting it to more machines whose purposes he can't discern, and this one is ajar, cryo-prep fluid in puddles on the smooth concrete floor. Something in this bunker is, perhaps, still alive. He casts the flashlight around, but the light is weak in such a large room, and most of it stays shrouded in the dark.
The flash drive and biohazard sample kit are heavy in his belt pouch, telling him to complete the mission, get what he can off AIM's computer systems and report back to SHIELD, but this technology, what would they use this for? Would they put more people through whatever the poor souls who died here went through? And he realizes then, too, why those AIM guys were in such a hurry to run. Some more of them lay dead around the outer edges of the massive lab, days dead, mutilated and smashed to bloody pulp where they took blows from something strong.
Bucky is lost in the dawning horror, and barely has time to react when something lumbers from the darkness, knocking the flashlight out of his metal hand and far away. He rolls with the blow and avoids getting it worse, flipping on the night vision in his cowl again to get a better look at what's attacked him - a man, or what used to be a man, now bulging grotesquely with ill-placed, artificial muscle and veins, raised blisters spotting skin pulled tight and thin like that of an overripe tomato. The creature is naked, enraged, wet and smelling distinctly of the chemicals used to prepare a body for cryostasis. Woken abruptly then, melted and thawed when the power went out here, not brought out of it properly. Dangerous to the psyche, he knows, and this... Who knows what they did to it.
It raises both arms and tries to bring them down on Bucky's head, but he blocks with the shield, tries to swipe its feet out from under it. The ex-man isn't much of a fighter, too consumed with sheer rage, but it's strong, and the force of the blow rattles Bucky's brain in his skull and sets his teeth grinding. Close quarter fighting won't turn out well for him, he stages a tactical retreat back by yards toward the machines, the computer equipment by the chamber.
It lets out a garbled roar of panic, primal animal fear, and Bucky realizes later that it still had words - "No more! No more!"
SHIELD would want a report of this. SHIELD would want tissue samples, would want to take it in alive to determine what AIM had done to it. Bucky raises his handgun, though, and fires off a clean shot through the temple.
He doesn't leave the base immediately after the creature dies, nor does he gather the information he's been sent to get. He stands there and watches the corpse for what seems like, tactically, a long time. He whispers to himself, "It's a mercy," and wonders if he would have thought the same, if someone had done the same to him all that time ago.
The file on the console details the super-soldier serum recreation attempt, performed on an Agent Barkov, of SHIELD. He burns the whole bunker to the ground, and brings nothing back.
There but for the grace of God go I.
Third Person:
"We got word of a major fluctuation in the power grids in northern Chechnya. Based on reports from the power company in Grozny, somewhere big just lost power. It could be running on generators, or it could be abandoned, but we need to find out what it is - it was using a hell of a lot of energy while it was going, but it was buried under paperwork."
Bucky hadn't needed to hear much more. Chechnya is too close to Russia for his comfort, considering the circumstances, and he had been dropped off by plane that night in the vicinity of where SHIELD techs had pinned down the power-suck as being. They hadn't been wrong, it didn't take long for him to find hidden entrances to what seemed to be an underground bunker, and boy, wasn't this familiar? The traps on the doors are dusty and were placed there a while ago, from the looks of it, similar mechanisms to what he remembers of the Red Room. In this area, it's not completely impossible that AIM or HYDRA could have gotten hold of KGB technology or intel, but he still doesn't like the thought.
Disarming explosives is simple, quiet business, and these are at least a year old, not well protected from the elements. There are recent fingerprints in the dust - they were deactivated and activated again very recently. Soon the thick metal door slides open with a soft hiss of stale air escaping. Inside is dark and silent, and Captain America switches on the night vision feature in his modified cowl - provided by Tony Stark for this specifically. He can't risk turning on any lights just in case it's not as abandoned as it seems.
The smell hits him hard. Dust, lingering traces of antiseptic, the stale, cold, recirculated air of somewhere devoid of human life. Like the warehouse they took him out of the last time as the Winter Soldier. As he moves through the shadows quietly, he can feel the hallway tilting downward; he's going deeper. There are no schematics for this bunker in SHIELD's intel, and so he relies on his own instincts, his own experiences with places like these, to make his way through.
A few abandoned yellow beekeeper-like helmets, cleaner than the rest of the detritus, tell him that this was definitely an AIM base, scattered papers and clean spots in the grime on tables and walls telling him that they took small things that they could carry and ran in a hurry. Moving house, maybe the power outage caught them off guard. It was the power company's fault, an unexpected mishap. The smaller stuff is definitely gone, it seems, but the small stuff isn't what Director Stark wants. He wants to know what they were doing here, what technology or medical experiments they were working on. Or that's what he told Bucky, they don't exactly talk much.
He risks pulling out a flashlight as he gets deeper into the chilly bunker and the rooms grow larger, made of more utilitarian concrete down here, dotted with suspicious dark patches here and there like splatters. Ominous but not unexpected. Still, he kind of regrets turning on the light when he sees the cylindrical chambers lining the room, tubes and wires hooking them into the walls, small glass viewing ports on the fronts covered with a light, light coating of dust. Dread sits heavy in the pit of his stomach, choking him.
A gloved hand wipes a trail through the dust on one of the cryochambers' viewing ports, and the light shines in. Before he left for Chechnya, he went to dinner with Natalia, at a fancy little bistro she loves. The steak he'd had, he thinks, was one of the best of his life, and now his stomach threatens to heave it up again as he takes in the sight of the melted chemical sludge, cryo-prep chemicals and something else, a rotting soup without electricity to keep the chambers cold. A distorted eyeball floats in the goop aimlessly, and he nearly does throw up, then, as it grows in his mind with dawning horror what sorts of things AIM had stolen from the KGB. This was once a beehive of horrible activity.
He moves on, he can't bear to look anymore. Bucky can't bear to wonder if that could have been him, had Lukin not thawed him out one last time.
Bucky moves on because it's all he can do. He's putting together a picture in his mind and the farther he ventures down the rabbit hole, the uglier and more twisted it gets. And SHIELD wants this technology, their research?
In the next room, his breath catches in his throat with- not fear exactly, not for himself, but for whatever poor creatures were experimented on here. Another cryochamber, bigger, more tubes and wires connecting it to more machines whose purposes he can't discern, and this one is ajar, cryo-prep fluid in puddles on the smooth concrete floor. Something in this bunker is, perhaps, still alive. He casts the flashlight around, but the light is weak in such a large room, and most of it stays shrouded in the dark.
The flash drive and biohazard sample kit are heavy in his belt pouch, telling him to complete the mission, get what he can off AIM's computer systems and report back to SHIELD, but this technology, what would they use this for? Would they put more people through whatever the poor souls who died here went through? And he realizes then, too, why those AIM guys were in such a hurry to run. Some more of them lay dead around the outer edges of the massive lab, days dead, mutilated and smashed to bloody pulp where they took blows from something strong.
Bucky is lost in the dawning horror, and barely has time to react when something lumbers from the darkness, knocking the flashlight out of his metal hand and far away. He rolls with the blow and avoids getting it worse, flipping on the night vision in his cowl again to get a better look at what's attacked him - a man, or what used to be a man, now bulging grotesquely with ill-placed, artificial muscle and veins, raised blisters spotting skin pulled tight and thin like that of an overripe tomato. The creature is naked, enraged, wet and smelling distinctly of the chemicals used to prepare a body for cryostasis. Woken abruptly then, melted and thawed when the power went out here, not brought out of it properly. Dangerous to the psyche, he knows, and this... Who knows what they did to it.
It raises both arms and tries to bring them down on Bucky's head, but he blocks with the shield, tries to swipe its feet out from under it. The ex-man isn't much of a fighter, too consumed with sheer rage, but it's strong, and the force of the blow rattles Bucky's brain in his skull and sets his teeth grinding. Close quarter fighting won't turn out well for him, he stages a tactical retreat back by yards toward the machines, the computer equipment by the chamber.
It lets out a garbled roar of panic, primal animal fear, and Bucky realizes later that it still had words - "No more! No more!"
SHIELD would want a report of this. SHIELD would want tissue samples, would want to take it in alive to determine what AIM had done to it. Bucky raises his handgun, though, and fires off a clean shot through the temple.
He doesn't leave the base immediately after the creature dies, nor does he gather the information he's been sent to get. He stands there and watches the corpse for what seems like, tactically, a long time. He whispers to himself, "It's a mercy," and wonders if he would have thought the same, if someone had done the same to him all that time ago.
The file on the console details the super-soldier serum recreation attempt, performed on an Agent Barkov, of SHIELD. He burns the whole bunker to the ground, and brings nothing back.
There but for the grace of God go I.