Thorax: Cavalry Drone

The Dates We Missed

"Bee! Hi! Sorry. You were right. You were right, we should save Bucky. So I did it! Well Mack and I did it. Member Mack, Tracy's kid? Huge fan of Bucky Barnes. They had all this research out before I even finished my sentence. They're amazing. Anyway we figured out how to do it! See, Bucky fell into- wait. Wait Bee can you hear me? Hello? ...am I on voicemail? Nonononono. Bee please say something. Bee? Bee?! THORAX!"

==TCD==

A loud screech woke him. Thorax groaned. Alarm clock broke again. It's okay. Morgan can fix it when she wakes up. Then again, she could've been the one to break it. She does hate waking up in the morning.

Thorax squinted an eye open. He reached over, hoping to smack the alarm clock. Except a lot of things were different.

For starters, he had a human hand. Not just in general! He doesn't have a hand collection. No, he just had hands instead of hooves. That and there's no alarm clock. His bedside just had a heart rate monitor, and some other medical machines. Sunlight shone in from a window. A radiator spat out more warm air. It made things warm.

He needed warmth.

He missed the warmth.

Thorax sat up. He actually started waking up. His mind focused as he observed the rest of his surroundings. A white hospital room, regular soft cotton sheets for the bed, an old fan above his head, a dresser with a mirror and flowers, an old fashioned radio playing a sports broadcast.

It sounded very in depth. He never got into human sports. He's more into sports back in Equestria. He won third in the Equestria games for flying. His team won for ice archery.

The game sounded good.

He shouldn't be listening to it. He should- He should be under the ice. The ship crashed. The ship went into ice. He was there. He and Steve, they were in there.

Steve? Where's Steve?

The door opened. Thorax turned to it. A woman walked in. Dressed in white, a brown skirt, and a tie. Like a watered down Peggy Carter. Steve's type, not his. Except her hair was down. Black hair. But her eyes were green, not amber or even purple. Humans might call her pretty. Thorax couldn't tell.

Only one human ever looked pretty.

"Good morning." The woman greeted him. She glanced out the window. "Or afternoon, actually."

Thorax sat up. He climbed out of the bed. His legs weren't shaky. Fuck, he'd changed into a super soldier. Just a bit, just a tiny bit. Shit. "Where am I?"

"You're in a recovery room in New York city." The nurse said.

Thorax stayed uneasy. He stood, leg wobbling only slightly. Magic buzzed in his skin. Something buzzed back. Not his magic, not his-

Phone! The phone. Where's the joke? He's in a skirt and sweats.

Thorax checked his body. Yep, still bigger. Where was the phone? Where was the phone!

"Private Price, is everything all right?" The nurse asked.

Thorax shook his head. "Fake. It's all fake. Where's my stuff?"

"Excuse me?" The nurse asked.

"Trust me, you did great. I just know when someone is a fake." Thorax said. "Okay? Would've worked on anybody. Probably. I'm just the wrong guy. Where is my stuff?"

The agent's face fell.

"You don't have it. Look, look. It's okay. It's okay!" Thorax stood up. He held out his arms, trying to keep her calm. "I'll just run out and grab it. No big deal."