A series of one shot chapters about Bucky Barnes mostly told in the first person by different people. Stories will reflect different times in the life of James Buchanan Barnes. This is PG rated and any sexual content will be kept to a minimum.
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Content warning: More torture and violence directed at the Soldier. There are scenes where the Soldier is ordered to kill and he complies. More darkness, understandably with it being Bucky's Winter Soldier years. Told mostly from Bucky's POV but not first person.
The Asset's eyes were wild with confusion as the handler and the remaining special forces team wheeled him into the Siberian facility. Oil from the servo motors in his destroyed arm still leaked, leaving a trail of drops that the porous concrete floor absorbed as the gurney raced to the prosthetics lab. Thick bands across the Asset's legs, torso and head kept him confined as everyone in the lab snapped to attention to deal with the disaster. The small man with the glasses, Dr. Zola, stepped up to the gurney.
"Soldier! Mission report!" he ordered but the Asset was still reeling with his injury.
The little man slapped him several times and again asked for a mission report. Breathing heavily with a sense of awareness now appearing in his eyes the Soldier focussed on Zola.
"Bradley was stronger than the Soldier," he spat. "Although the Soldier was ordered not to kill Bradley he was under no such limitations. His strength was great, his purpose was strong, and he beat the Soldier into submission before using his shield to crack a seam in the arm plates. The interior servo motor at that point was damaged and the arm became useless. Bradley continued to sever the lower arm from the upper arm. As he turned away with the lower arm the Soldier took the opportunity to escape in order to avoid capture and to return to make the mission report."
The little man with glasses stepped away from the Asset and pondered what could have gone wrong. It was inconceivable that the American's Winter Soldier program had created an individual stronger than theirs. The General had definitely downplayed Bradley's abilities, using a colloquial term to describe the descendant of African slaves as little more than a pretender, a poor imitation of their superior specimen. Why would he recommend retrieval of the other American if he was supposed to be inferior to their soldier? He looked at the technicians gathered around the Asset's damaged arm, discussing how to remove the damage and attach a replacement part. Obviously there was a weakness in the structure of the arm if a shield had been able to crack a seam. They needed something stronger and he made the decision to replace the arm with one comprised of a stronger substance.
"Remove the complete arm," ordered Zola. "Perform a memory wipe and place the Asset in cryogenic storage while further treatments are devised. Call a meeting of department heads for exactly one hour from now. We need answers and proposals to improve the Asset."
At the meeting of department heads the doctor stood in front of everyone, including his superiors. He blamed the defeat of the Winter Soldier on inaccurate intelligence provided by the American General on the strength of Isaiah Bradley. An underling suggested sanctioning which the leadership approved. Then the little man with glasses gave a little smile.
