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James Bucky Barnes

Bucky groaned as he opened his eyes. If he had a nickel for every time he passed out he'd be rich right now.

"Sarge?" Someone called his name

Bucky tried to move to the direction of the sound but he soon noticed there was something holding him down. He groaned again. The other voice screamed something, Bucky couldn't exactly tell what. Then another scream and another.

"Oh for fucks sake I'm up" he close his eyes shut only to fully open them a second later.

What greeted  him wasn't the cells he was expecting to find. He quickly remembered being dragged from the cage, from his men. He looked around for as much as he could in order to understand his surroundings. He was in some sort of lab, with weird equipment all over him. He was also strapped down on a table. Someone screamed again and this time there was something different about the scream. Bucky lifted his head to meet the source of the sound.

"Morton?" He asked confused

The man didn't answer.

"Morton" he shouts again but to no avail

Another man, the doctor he'd seen before approached his table as he heard Bucky talk.

"Ah Herr Barnes. Good of you to finally join us" he stated with a German accent "your timing couldn't have been better seeing as my latest. . .subject is no longer useful"

No longer useful? What the hell did he do? "What did. . .what did you do?" He asked as he realised Morton was no longer screaming.

"Oh not to worry my pet. I'm here to make sure that what hat happened to him doesn't happen to you. At least not in the same way" the doctor smiled

Bucky saw with his peripheral vision two men carry Morton's lifeless body out of the room. He shouted the private's name, not wanting to believe what he'd just witnessed.

"Well you can scream all you want no nothing will happen. Now let's begin shall we? Ah yes before I forget, please tell me when the hallucinations start" the doctor walked to his left side and Bucky felt a sharp pain.

"W-who. . .ah. . .who are you?" He panted

"My name is doctor Zola" the mad scientist replied "and you are Prisoner 56898. Please try and remember that"

"No" Bucky hissed in pain again "my name i-is sergeant. . .sergeant James Barnes. My serial number is 32557038"

Dr Zola smirked "no pet" Bucky started drifting off "no it isn't".

Steven Grant Rogers

One month later: November 1943

Steve woke up early. He got dressed ate whatever that thing was they had for breakfast and left to prepare for the show. Another day, another show, another thirty annoying minutes of his life.

The show started and the girls sang solo. That's knew, Steve thought. When they finished he walked on the stage. He wasn't prepared for the audience that greeted him. Soldiers. This was gonna be worse than he had anticipated. He took a deep breath.