Saviour | Bucky Barnes [1] UNDER EDITING

epilogue

epilogue

2011

Steven Grant Rogers woke up to the sound of the radio playing nearby. His blue eyes opening up for the first time in seventy years, but he didn't know that.

The last thing he could remember was the HYDRA plane and steering it into the ocean. He wasn't even sure how long he was out for but it probably wasn't that long, right? Ha wrong.

Slowly, he sat up in an upright position and looked around the room that was mostly made up of neutral colours and plants. In the corner of the room say the radio that was talking about some sport.

He listened intently to the noise and ended up furrowing a brow at it. Something wasn't right here, no, everything wasn't right here. The game that they were talking about seemed way too familiar to him.

And then he remembered. He remembered going to that game with Bucky and Winnie--Bucky and Winnie. Pain radiated in his heart at the thought of his long life friends. He could remember how much pain he had been in when he lost both of them.

Tears threatened to spill but he rubbed them away, knowing that there were more pressing matters at hand. For example, where the hell was he and why are they trying to pretend he's back in 1941?

As if on cue, someone came walking through the door and boy was she shocked. "Oh, Captain Rogers, your awake!" she exclaimed. "Good morning, or should I say good afternoon?"

"Where am I?" Steve asked not even acknowledging the joke she tried to make.

"You're in a recovery room in New York City."

Confusing struck Steve once again. How were they able to find him? Didn't he go under the ice? And wouldn't he have died from the impact? Guess not.

'The Dodgers take the lead, 8-4. Oh, Dodgers! Everyone is in their feet! What a game we have today, folks. What a game indeed!' the radio announced.

He was there, so why is it now on the radio?

Steve looked at the worker suspiciously, "Where am I really?"

The agent looked a little bit tense and nervous when Steve asked her that question. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"The game," he explained. "It's from May, nineteen forty-one. I know, cause I was there." Steve stood up from the bed and slowly walked over to the woman. "Now I'm gonna ask you again. Where am I?"

"Captain Rogers," she laughed nervously. What the Star-Spangled man didn't see was that the agent pushed a button that signalled an alarm.

"Who are you?!"

Suddenly two officers in fully black uniform came storming into the room and out of instinct, Steve knocked them over and to his surprise, they didn't just hit the wall, they went right through it.

Steve furrowed a brow for a second before he realised that this wasn't even a room, it was a fake room inside an even bigger room, like a set-off of a movie. When he realised this and out of sheer panic, the Rogers man made a run for it.

"Captain Rogers! Wait!" the female agent called out but when he didn't come back she pushed two fingers into her comm. "All agents, code 13! I repeat, code 13!"

Said agents begun rushing around with weapons trying to take down Captain America but were not very successful. Every time someone came near him, Steve would knock them out or hurt them just enough that they couldn't get back up.

What was happening? Why was he in a fake room? Just, what? These questions circled his head as he made his way out of the building but as soon as he saw the outside world, those question evaporated and were replaced with even more questions.

Shock washed over him as he looked around the futuristic landscape that myself and you people reading would consider normal. But for Steve, it was like he had gone into the future, which he kind of did.

Steve shook his head and began running once again, bumping into many different people who looked at him with their on confusion. Unfortunately, he couldn't get far because numerous amount of SUVs encircled him, keeping him trapped from running.

The Star-Spangled man didn't know what do to. He didn't know what was happening, where he was, what the year was. Nothing..

One of the doors opened revealing a man in full black attire and a matching black eyepatch. Steve could only assume that he was the man in charge because of how different he looked from the rest.

"At ease, soldier!" he called out in a booming voice. "Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there, but.. We thought it would be best to break it to you slowly."

"Break what?" Rogers asked nervously.

"You've been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years."

A bombshell of shock hit Steve like a bus. He had been asleep? For seventy years? How could he still be alive and look like he hadn't aged a day? But it wasn't just shocking, it was also painful.

What about everyone he loved? What about Peggy? Would she still be alive or would she have died?

"You gonna be alright?" the man asked.

Steve sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, I just.. I had a date.." he mumbled depressingly.

Fury looked over to some of the soldiers behind him and gave them a nod. "Cap, we have someone that might make this all a little bit easier for you if you would like." The Rogers man turned back around to Nick and nodded his head slightly. "Okay, send them out."

The Star-Spangled man looked over Fury's shoulder as he noticed one of the SUV's doors open.

"There better be a good reason as to why you called me here, Nick," a very familiar feminine voice called out. "I was in the middle of a yoga class and now- oh my god.."

Steve felt his face drop as he noticed who it was standing there right in front of him. How? She was in a coma when he died and she looked the same as she did that last day, well not as sweaty and not in gym clothes but still the same.

The person put their hands up to their mouth as she looked forward to Steve, tears filling her eyes. "Steve..?"

"Winnie?"

WINNIE WHITE WILL RETURN

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