At a frozen wasteland whip headlights were approaching as a high-tech HMUV grinder through an arctic snowstorm. The HMUV stopped and two SHIELD men got out. The whipping snow was deafening and they could barely see as the search team leader met them, offering his hand.
"You the guys from Washington?" Search Team Leader asked.
"Get many other visitors out here?" SHIELD LT. asked.
"How long have you been on site?" SHIELD tech asked.
"Since this morning. A Russian oil team called it in about 18 hours ago." Search Team Leader said.
"How come nobody spotted it before?" SHIELD LT. asked.
"Ice melts. Storms blow in. Landscape changes all the time." Search Team Leader asked said gesturing around them getting a worried look. "You mind if I ask what this thing is, exactly?"
"Would you believe us if we said it was a weather balloon?"
"No." Search Team Leader said and SHIELD men stared and he shrugged and walked on. "Listen, for the record, I'm not sure we have the equipment for a job like this-"
"Is the sonar up and running yet?"
"Sure. We're getting deep ice preliminaries now. Very deep."
"So? How long before we can start craning it out?" SHIELD tech asked.
He stops the Shield Tech, a bit incredulous.
"I don't think you quite understand..." the Search Team Leader said and pointed at something off screen. "You guys are going to need one hell of a crane." he said and the two SHIELD men looked awestruck.
There was a big wingtip juts from the ice, towering above them like a skyscraper.
A skull and tentacle logo was just visible through the ice with German words stenciled ominously below.
On a frozen plane it was pitch black and the laser burnt through, cutting a hole. The metal circle dropped, letting in a shaft of light.
The two SHIELD operatives from the HMUV rappelled down the ropes as they crept through the frozen, devastated plane.
Shattered control screens reflected their flashlights and the lieutenant eyes a panel, "GEFAHR. Explosivstoffe."
"This has got to be World War II. But the Luftwaffe didn't have anything nearly this advanced." he said. "Or this big."
"Lieutenant?" SHIELD tech. asked.
"Hold that, Base." SHIELD LT. said and the tech chipped at an ice flare, and stopped.
"What is it?"
The lieutenant stares, awed.
"Base, get me a line to the colonel. I don't care what time it is." SHIELD LT. said. "This one's worth waking up for." he said and knocked away the last of the ice, revealing a red, white and blue shield.
At a frozen wasteland a snowcat hauled out a huge block of ice and the shield was barely visible inside.
On Castle Rock Tower two partisans raced across the cobblestones as an ominous clanking filled the air.
"Go and tell the Keeper! Hurry!" Erik said in Norwegian.
Meanwhile Bucky was jogging around Washington, D.C. quickly as usual when he got a text message so stopped and opened to see it from Natasha.
"Mission alert for you. Extraction imminent. Meet at the curb. :)"
"Damnit." he muttered and sighed but put it in his pocket and headed to the curb.
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Captain versus Sergeant
FanfictionOne Soldier there, the other gone, but all together one secret had been kept for years. Until the other soldier is found years later. In the end, a new problem begins along with a new team.
