The feeling of falling.
White. Grey. Hills, mountains, cliffs.
Feet landing on the train. Hands reaching down for balance.
Both.
Hands.
Cold air rushing past your face. What's in front of you? Look up.
Focus...
Steve. Steve is in front of you on the train.
Climbing down the ladder, cold rungs.
You're inside the train. Surrounded by munitions. Cases and cases of munitions.
Loud. Door slammed shut. Steve's terrified face.
Gun shots. Turn around. Shooting.
Finger on the trigger. Finger on the trigger. Finger on the trigger.
BREATHE. KEEP GOING.
Door opens. Steve is there.
Finger on the trigger. Last one down.
No. Wait. No.
Not last one.
BLAST
The side of the train torn open.
Cold air rushing into the stillness.
Steve on the ground.
Where are your hands?
Palm on the grip. Finger on the trigger.
Reach for the shield.
BLAST
You are out of the train.
Cold air rushing past your face.
You see Steve.
Steve's terrified face.
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Snow. So much snow.
Look down at your arm. Shiny, metal.
What else is there?
School. Girls training. Move. Climb. Faster.
Get into the school. How do you get into the school?
The front doors. They let you in the front doors. Why would they just let you in?
Wood paneled walls, intricate moulding.
Focus...
"You should address him as Soldier."
Someone is talking about you.
YOU ARE READING
Untangling a Memory
FanfictionBucky Barnes is finally starting to get back bits of his past with the help of Shuri, but it is jumbled and unclear. As he attempts to sort them, he struggles to put the pieces together to get his memories back and see what, if anything, was good ab...
