Different as Night and Day (Winterfalcon)

Waiting

Sam's POV
I sat there. Watching his almost peaceful face. Nat was sitting in a chair on the other side of the soldier's bed, her face deep in thought.

Bruce had decided to tinker with the medical machines and was looking up Bucky's medical history to find any files to compromise the possible surgery.

I watched his face. The ex-assassin looked almost in bliss. Tranquil and serene. Thinking of his past and the stories I'd heard...it almost seemed impossible. I looked up watching Bruce click through picture and picture. Victims, blacked out paper, snapshot glimpses of silver metal and a red star.

Suddenly, golden sparks flickered in the corner of the room. My mind raced back to memories from Louisiana, sparklers and backyard neighborhood BBQs. The golden sparks widened, making a portal, and a caped man stepped out. He had slicked back hair and a red flowing cape. His outfit transformed with a wave of his hand from a mystical sorcerer's garb to typical ER scrubs.

"Alright Dr.Banner fill me in. I don't do house calls so this better be good." A deep arrogant voice filled the room. Immediatly I felt ticked off, he sounded cocky and rude. Where was Tony, these two would get along wonderfully.

"And who are you?" I asked. The man stopped, finally noticing my existence. I felt bristled and protective of the ex-assassin laying unconscious. He was still clutching to my hand which only fed the fiery recklessness in my chest.

"I am Doctor Steven Strange. Sorcerer Supreme and Master of the Mystic Arts. Many many many more titles but I'll keep it short. Dr.Banner here called in a favor telling me there was an exciting and challenging case here. Let's just say he knew I still dabbled in mortal medicine and I have a...reasonable amount of pride." He smiled and looked over the Bruce, about to open his mouth again to spout more prideful bullshit.

"Reasonable? Strange if you really think your pride is reasonable you've got another thing coming." Tony's voice stopped Strange in his tracks.

The sorcerer nodded a hello to Tony and Steve, both had entered while I was busy taking in the Doctor.

"Steve, Tony. I see you both are doing well?" He smiled, a glint in his said he knew more than he let on. Steve hid his face and muttered something to Tony, leaving quickly.

"Now. Please if what you told me is true than I would like details now." His voice commanded the room like a trained surgeon should. Gods his arrogance was utterly unbearable.

"James Buchanan Barnes age 106. He was previous known as the Winter Soldier-"

"Wait what." His voice held a hint of fear. Spite, filled with utter pettiness, spread like an infection through my sternum. I hated and loved that he was slightly fearful.

Tony snapped at him. "Yes. Bucky was previously known as the Winter Soldier. Got an issue?"

"No," Strange smiled. "It just makes this case even more interesting. Continue, Bruce."

Bruce explained the rest of the file the best he could. Summing up Bucky's fall from the train, the information the ex-assassin had given him about the arm, and the brainwashing possible complications.

"Alright. So you have him sedated for now?" Strange examined the files that Tony had turned into a moveable hologram.

"Obviously" Tony rolled his eyes.

"Alright....Mister...?" The Sorcerer was staring at me asking for my name.

"Wilson."