After the events of D.C., The Winter Soldier escaped both HYDRA and SHIELD with barely his life and a mix of memories that he couldn't put back into place.
Boarding between the Winter Soldier and Bucky Barnes, he ends up in a small town that barely...
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chapter five The Past
It was cold in the bunker. Ray was shaking in her wet clothing and even though Bucky didn't show it, he was cold too. They were lucky enough to find the light switch and a single bulb lit up the small area.
The bunker was very old. The walls were dry and the paint had long since chipped. It smelt of dirt and dust, and something neither of them could place.
There was a broken table in the middle of the room, with no chairs in sight. A dresser with exposed cabinets on top lined one of the walls and a single bed sat beside it.
There was cans of food, unopened and very much past their expiration date. There were even a few old guns, underneath the bed. It hadn't been touched in a long time, even before Ray had spent a few hours in it last summer.
Ray opened the drawer to the dresser and pulled out old blankets. They smelt horrid but there was nothing that either of them could do. They were seven feet under ground and soaking wet. Surely they would freeze.
They could still faintly hear the sirens above.
"Here." Ray handed Bucky a blanket. He was looking around the bunker with wide eyes. "What?"
"This is a World War II bunker." He stated. It wasn't a question and Ray wasn't sure what to say.
"Uh, yeah, maybe. Cold War? Vietnam? I don't know. Whatever the case is, we are safe." Ray wrapped the disgusting blanket around herself and sat down in the bed.
"These are not very clean." Bucky said quietly.
"Says the guy that wears the same hoodie every day. Shut up and sit down, you don't want to freeze." Ray ordered.
Bucky paused for a moment before sitting on the floor across from the bed. He looked at Ray, who had the blanket around her body and was leaning against the wall. She looked tired and scared; he didn't like it.
"Why did you come after me?" Ray asked. She had been wondering that since she saw him on the trail.
"I remembered you were riding."
"You're so weird." Ray mumbled to herself. But in truth she was familiar with the way he was acting. She saw it in him. "You don't have any memories, do you? Amnesia victim?"
Bucky was not sure what to say. "It is hard to say."
Ray nodded. She remembered what it was like. "Is that how you ended up on the streets? You don't remember where you came from?"
