Bucky's Diary

November 30, 1985

Haunted – ADONA
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Dear Diary,

I realize that I should be used to it by now, but I think the fact that I'm not is entirely on purpose.

The fact that I'm being woken up and immediately thrown into a mission or into training is amazing to me, amazing that even after doing this so many times, I still take a while to adjust to living again.

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"Comme nous resterons en France jusqu'à la fin du mois, nous avons décidé que la formation était la meilleure façon de passer notre temps (Since we will be staying in France until the end of the month, we have decided that training is the best way to spend our time)," the man started, looking at everyone before him, including me.

"De toute évidence, vous pouvez tous voir les différents objets contondants dispersés dans la pièce. Ce sont nos armes aujourd'hui. Nous allons former des ressources, ce qui signifie que nous apprendrons à utiliser notre environnement à notre avantage (Clearly, you can all see the various blunt objects scattered across the room. These are our weapons today. We will be resource training, meaning that we will be learning to use our surroundings to our advantage)," the man next to him explained, picking up one of the objects to show us.

"Cela pourrait très probablement être un scénario réel, il est donc important de traiter cette situation comme si elle était réelle (This could very possibly be a real scenario, so it is important to treat this situation as if it were a real one)," the first man continued.  "Cette session est différente de celles précédentes car vous ne vous battrez pas tous ensemble en tant que groupe. Vous recevrez à la place un partenaire qui sera choisi au hasard (This session is different from those previous because you all will not be fighting together as a group. You will, instead, receive a partner who will be chosen at random)."

They took us aside and lined us up along one of the walls in the room to await the calling of our numbers. We would be assigned only one other person, so I assumed this fight would be a difficult one, seeing as we don't get more than one opportunity to show our abilities.

I felt like I had been waiting forever when they finally called my number. Though, to be fair, I was the last number called, something that made me feel as though this couldn't possibly be at random like they said it was.

I was met with the same woman who had been pitted against me all those years ago when I was attacked by everyone as a group – the time she tried tricking me into thinking she was going to kiss me before attacking me – yea, that time.

The only difference between now and then was that she was biologically in her forties as she stood before me, which was insane because I'm biologically about twenty years younger than she is at this point.

"Commencer (begin)!" the guard shouted, prompting us to circle around one another in preparation for the fight.

She backed away from me to survey the objects she had at her disposal and I saw her eyeing something to my right. She darted for it and got to it before I could stop her- it was a wooden baseball bat. The first question that ravaged my brain was a wonder of if she chose a massive item such as that because she feared me. That's the only reason why I would have gone for the largest item in the room if I had been in her shoes.

Unlike everyone else, seeing as I tend to be rather divergent in my fighting style, I decided to go for something no one had touched yet- the jumble of rope.

She came close and swung at me; luckily she happened to miss the first shot. The second, directed at my leg, struck hard and I almost collapsed at collision. The third, coming straight down for my head, was intercepted by my metal hand which proceeded to crush the wood between my fingers.

Moving swiftly, I wrapped her arms in the rope and disabled her movement, making her immediately drop what remained of the bat.

She struggled to untie the rope and when she was unable to do so, I was left with the advantage.

I looked around the room for another object and quickly spotted the baseball that went with the bat she'd been using. From where I picked it up, I threw it with everything I had and hit her square in the forehead, knocking her unconscious immediately.

Initially, the guards applauded my creativity, but that soon changed.

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They entered my room later that afternoon to tell me that the other soldier was in a coma due to the severity of her concussion from the impact of the throw.

I was placed in isolation for hurting her so terribly.

Once inside the really small, dark, windowless room, I couldn't help but overhear the guards outside the door talking about the situation at hand.

They discussed how the serum in her body would fix the issue in a matter of days and that it wouldn't end up being a long-term problem. The real reason I was in isolation was not for personal learning of past mistakes, but instead to ease the other soldiers. Apparently, they were all afraid of me and wanted this for my aggressive actions towards her during training.They hoped to render me fearful of HYDRA since I clearly was not afraid of them, though they had another thing coming if they thought I was going to fall for something like that.

Tonight at midnight, as I also overheard, every soldier here will be placed into cryo except me, I'm an exception because I have a mission coming up soon, so in a way, I suppose I'm thankful. I don't hate many things, but that damned cryostasis chamber is absolutely at the top of the list.

~ солдат 3255-7038