Becoming the Winter Soldier: Part 2

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The snowy ground grows closer, until it's only 10 feet below you. You stick your left arm out to break your fall, and as you get closer, a rock emerges from nowhere, and your left arm hits it at full speed.
The pain is sharp and agonizing. The rock scrapes against your skin like a knife, and it shreds it. Then you fall to the snow and everything goes blurry.
You lay there, your severed arm throbbing with pain you didn't know existed and you wait for help. The cold bites into your skin like peices of glass, and you close your eyes.
The footsteps are low and muted, but they are footsteps. You try to ask for help but all that comes is a low groan. Then everything goes black.
When you open your eyes, everything is bright and sterile. A doctor with his mouth covered in a hospital mask stands above you with a blade. Your eyes can't focus and they stay hazy as you try to see what is happening.
Then the blade cuts into your arm, but you don't feel a thing, and you feel yourself slowly drifting into sleep again.

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