HYDRA knew their dirty secrets wouldn't stay secret forever. They knew that someone would break into their base, steal their Super Soldiers.
So they created failsafes.
Helmut Zemo killed the five Super Soldiers in their capsules that day. A bullet...
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"Madripoor could give New York a run for its money," Sam can't help but comment as the five weave their way through shipment containers at the strike of dawn, Zemo agreeing after the party last night.
They all look better rested except for Bucky and Evelyn, who'd remained in silence after the conversation till Sharon woke the others up, but even then they're used to strange lifestyles. Since Zemo killed the other Super Soldiers, Bucky can't even remember a time he slept for more than two hours in a row.
"With that bounty on your head, the longer you're in Madripoor, the less likely you're ever leaving," Sharon warns, making sure to let them know to hurry before gesturing to one of the containers in front of them. "All right. He's in there. Container four-two-six-one. I'll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We're on borrowed time."
Holding out her hand, the others all take an earpiece from her palm, Evelyn doing so warily, making sure to check it before putting it in her ear.
Sam's the first to step forward, pulling the door open. It creaks loudly, reminding Evelyn of her apartment's rubbish room on the bottom floor, except that place was always full to the brim. This place is... " Hey, Carter. You sure this is the right one? It's completely empty."
"Positive. It has to be."
Zemo turns on a torch when the others go inside, carefully glancing around, trying to figure out if there's something missing. The Sokovian is the one who finds it, the back door hidden amongst the paint. The moment he pushes it, music sounds through the echoing corridors, indistinct and growing louder as the others venture in and up the stairs tentatively.
Evelyn keeps ahold of the gun in her hand tightly, not going to be caught off-guard. Last time she was here is behind her, and she's learnt better since then.
It seems Nagel's moved everything from his old lab before the Blip to this one, everything looking exactly the same, with test tubes and Bunsen burners and projects scattered in an orderly chaos all around the wide room.
The music playing is something Evelyn's heard over the radio, one of the songs she recognises but can't quite pinpoint, and she can't help but gag. What on Earth happened to music since the 1950s? At least the outfits have gotten better for the most part, at least.
On the other end of the lab is a man, back turned to the door as he shifts some test tubes around, gramophone playing the music right beside him. How he can even think with the music that loud is beyond Bucky, and he can't help but cast a glance towards Evelyn, only to see she's very much distracted.
Her eyes are secured right onto Nagel, something burning inside them. Intense hatred? Or fear? If Bucky didn't know any better, he'd say the latter, but he has no clue why. Evelyn always acts like she knows everything, like she's okay with everything, although he's known for the last sixty years that it's nowhere close to true. Even then... he can't help but wonder what's going on.
