Instead of feeling like he's drowning, sliding into unconsciousness, struggling against it, with each word jolting him another level into the dark, he sees a different sort of flash, filling where the void should be. Memories.
The Winter Soldier's memories.
The red book slamming shut in his handler's grasp. Trying to slam his way out of the glass-and-steel cell. Standing on a street he doesn't recognize, staring at a man he knows he should.
("Who the hell is Bucky?")
Masked, unmasked, weapons in hand, screaming in the chair.
Mission report: December 16, 1991.
("Nine," murmurs Ayo. "Benign.")
His breathing comes faster and faster as his face twists into a grimace.
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Instead of feeling like he's drowning, sliding into unconsciousness, struggling against it, with each word jolting him another level into the dark, he sees a different sort of flash, filling where the void should be. Memories.
The Winter Soldier's memories.
The red book slamming shut in his handler's grasp. Trying to slam his way out of the glass-and-steel cell. Standing on a street he doesn't recognize, staring at a man he knows he should.
("Who the hell is Bucky?")
Masked, unmasked, weapons in hand, screaming in the chair.
Mission report: December 16, 1991.
("Nine," murmurs Ayo. "Benign.")
His breathing comes faster and faster as his face twists into a grimace.