TECHNOLOGY ⇋ STEVE ROGERS

FIFTY

Special chapter 'cause we finally reached fifty! Please don't hate me :)

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Bucky Barnes was harmlessly scrolling over Instagram using his iPad since his phone was charging. The incessant flow of notifications of the group chat was ignored as he liked a photo of a guy named Clark Kent, who posted a photo of his life as a reporter for this news publishing company called "The Daily Planet."

Michael Bublé was softly playing in the background, he discovered the artist through Spotify. It was a helpful app if you wanted to find new music. Michael Bublé helps him soothe his nerves down when he's feeling like utter crap sometimes.

Bucky stopped scrolling over Instagram when his phone rang, an unknown number was calling him. He was confused, Tony made sure no one knows their numbers except them, or Fury and Agent Hill. He pressed the 'accept' button as he put the phone on his ear. Bucky stopped the music.

"Hello? Who is this?" He asked.

A deep laugh was heard on the other line, making Bucky immediately sweat with nervousness.

"Hello, Winter."

The moment he recognized the voice, Bucky's breathing hitched. Something was telling him this was HYDRA and something bad was gonna happen to him.

"Don't end the call or I'll blow up your precious little Avengers tower."

"What do you want?" Bucky asked, his voice shaky.

"We are simply getting you back, Winter. You must comply or else."

"What if I don't want to come back? I have a life here. People care for me and not wipe my memory a hundred times!" Bucky almost yelled, but he thought that someone could hear him and he could fuck shit up.

"Must we do this the hard way?" the voice on the other line asked him.

Bucky said nothing.

"желание (longing)" the voice said.

"ржaвый (rusted)"

Bucky tried to slow his breathing down as memories of him being HYDRA's little assassin haunted him.

"Семнадцать (seventeen)" the voice continued.

Bucky couldn't stop listening to the voice as he said those words, it was haunting him. But he wanted to fight it, he can fight those words that was used against him.

"Рассвет (daybreak)"

"Печь (furnace)"

The voice became louder as Bucky tried to say "S-stop." He didn't want to become the Winter Soldier. He doesn't do that anymore. He was happy with Steve and the other Avengers, his new family.

"Девять! (nine), добросердечный! (benign), возвращение на родину! (homecoming)"

Bucky gritted his teeth as he looked at himself at the mirror. It was almost like he didn't even recognize the room anymore. His metal arm was gripping the wooden chair on the side. The memories he had were slowly becoming vague.

The man was laughing maniacally on the other line.

"Один! (one)"

One more word and Bucky was gonna lose it. All the hard work he had done getting back his memories, all the new memories he and the team made, he and Steve made.

It was all a blur now.

As the last word was said, it was no longer Bucky who was standing in front of the mirror.

It was the Winter Soldier.

"грузовой вагон (freight car)"

Silence was enveloped on both lines as Bucky – no, who the hell is Bucky?

"Are you ready to comply, Winter?"

"Ready to comply." The Winter Soldier answered in Russian.

And with that ladies and gentlemen, The Winter Soldier is back.

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thanks im ok no need 2 ask
++ thank you for nominating technology for best comedy on
the marvel fanfic awards! im not aiming to win but
thank you really! also, please read "sincerely, your brother"
cos i just published the first letter :)