Red Winter: Timeline

Chapter Seven: Dance Hall

"That thing on your wrist is your life. Don't lost it, don't break it. If you do, you'll be stuck in time." Bruce was watching the three snap their wrist watches on. "We use  Pym Particles to shrink you to a subatomic size and you will enter the Quantum Realm." The three of them all finished snapping the wrist watches on and were now looking up at Bruce. "Tony worked out a way for you to use that watch to pinpoint where you are going." Bruce sighed, "Be very careful, we don't want any major changes to our current time line." All morning Bruce had been explaining not only how this would work, but what could happen if they altered their current timeline.

"Alright." Sam nodded, pulling on his sleeve. "Are we ready?"

Bruce walked over to a monitor, "I'll see you all very soon." He nodded. Bucky looked over to Wanda who was setting her time watch, once she finished she met his gaze and nodded. "And...you're...off."

Suddenly colors began to spin all around them, the air was sucked from their lungs and it felt like every muscle in their body was being pulled in every which way. Wanda tried to keep her breathing even, but it was virtually impossible. It was hot then cold, there was a screeching noise and suddenly it was silent. Wanda felt her feet were secure on the ground, she opened her eyes and let herself take in the grass as she blinked a few times, making sure she was breathing again. The smell that filled her nostrils was thick and green, as she looked up she began to realize she was in a cemetery. "Where are we?"

Wanda knew Sam and Bucky had arrived with her, in her peripheral she could see them. Sam looked around, he focused on a group of people in the distance, a funeral. "Who died?"

"Sarah Rogers." Bucky spoke bluntly, he knew exactly where they were. It was 1936 and Steve Rogers was burying his mother.

"Steve's mother?" Sam crossed his arms, "Damn. We better stay back, can't have Steve or yourself seeing us."

"We should get clothes, blend in better. These wont do." Wanda looked over to Sam who nodded in agreement. They had tried their best to wear something that wouldn't draw too much attention, but knew they would need to find clothing as soon as they arrived.

"Let's do that, figure out where HYDRA is in this timeline, then get going." Sam patted Bucky on the back, "You ok man?" Bucky nodded, but he hadn't taken his eyes off the funeral that was happening.

Stepping out of a dressing room Sam looked over to Bucky and shook his head, "How the hell did you do this everyday?"  Sam was wearing trousers, a white buttons up, brown suspenders, and holding a long coat in his hands, "I feel...restricted." He tried to move his solders.

Bucky smiled with entertainment, "I mean, you've never looked better." He nodded. Bucky was dressed similarly but his shirt was more casual and he didn't had a jacket. "Can't forget the hat!" He tossed a fedora for Sam to catch.

"You can't be serious." Sam held it, but shook his hand.

"Hair doesn't match. Gotta hide it." Bucky shrugged.

Sam shoved the hat on his head, then Bucky watched as his eyes trailed behind him. Bucky turned around to see what he was looking at. Wanda approached them, her long hair was curled and pinned slightly away from her face, her make-up was tasteful with bold red lips, and the button up jacket she had on was very flattering, hiding the dress underneath. Wanda was walking toward them without looking up, trying to pull her sleeve down to cover the watch and not drop the purse at the same time, as she closed in on them she finally looked up, stopping in her steps and looking between the two, "What?"

"Looking good Red." Sam nodded, going back to looking in the mirror and adjusting his hat.

Bucky hadn't looked away from Wanda, seeing her dressed in era appropriate clothing, his era, made him smile. Wanda looked over and noticed he was staring, "James."