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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2017 20:09:14 GMT
I'll face myself To cross out what I’ve become |
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He did not know where he was, let alone what time or date it was. All he knew was that he was in the dark and that he was cold. granted, he was always cold, but this time he was even more so. His own body temperature was colder than most, as he spent so much time in cryo that his body acclimated. Since he did not get sick, no one was going to comment on it, so when he woke and was cold and in the dark, he was confused. Someone should be there asking him for his mission report. But no one was there and the usual hum of the building was silent. Plus he could see the arc of electricity that seemed to be damaged. And the door to his cryo unit was open. Pushing on it, it took nearly all his strength to get it to open. He heard the sound of things being pushed aside as if things had been destroyed. He knew it wasn't his doing, but if he really thought about it, he was not so sure. He wasn't sure about most things since they did wipe him from time to time. When he would speak English, they did so to an extreme that the things he did remember, they were wiped and thrown into the chaos that was his mind.
He sometimes remembered Brooklyn and a small young man who had so much fight in him that he often would stand by for a few moments to see that fight. He thought he had that himself, but the only thing going for him had been his size and the fact that he was a good fighter. That kid had heart, while he had... he didn't know what he had anymore. Steve, Captain America... someone that he knew to be an enemy, But... why? What did he do to deserve such a warrant? Why was he public enemy number one? Moving throw the detritus strewn bunker, he realized that some sort of disaster had happened while he was asleep. He could not find any source of faculty, and the soldiers were also gone. Maybe they packed up and figured that he was a total loss. He was not very surprised by that.
He continued to move around the place, finding his way to the shower room. He saw that there was a flow of water coming from above and since he could not smell anything, he decided that he needed to strip and shower. It was excruciatingly cold, but he managed. When he found the towels he used all of them as he was the only one there. Searching for some clothing, he moved around the facility, naked, what light there was occasionally shining off his metal arm. He found his uniform, the locker room was somewhat intact. He got dressed and sat down on a container to put his socks and boots on. When he stood, he pulled his hair back and tied it back with a scrap of material that he had in the pocket of his uniform. He searched for his weapons rand was surprised that they also, was still there. , he just could not figure out what had happened there.
When he had his gear and the clothing needed for such an environment. He moved outside, had his goggles and mask on, and then pulled on the ski cap. He knew he was somewhere in Siberia, and when he turned around, he had to walk to the left of the doors to see the devastation. Apparently, there had been an Earthquake or something that caused most of the facility to collapse. He shook his head and walked towards what vehicles he could see and found one that actually had petrol in it. He started it up and just aimed the vehicle towards what woods he could see. He wasn't sure for how long, but he was equipped to move through the forest until he found a town, or village or even a city. from there he could make his way wherever he needed to go.
The city was large, louder than he remembered. New York had changed, substantially. And he was there to try and figure out who he was, and to hopefully not get caught. He knew he was one of those... assets that every government wanted. He had been remembering things in the four weeks since he woke up and left Siberia. He had been able to search computers that he could get access to. He knew what year it was, what had happened, and where HYDRA was currently. He also looked up a few contacts and found that most were dead. Not by his hand. So as he stood int he middle of Time Square, he just let it all absorb in. He felt like a time traveller, out of time and culture. Pausing, he pulled the baseball cap he wore down as he walked with the flow of the pedestrian traffic and headed towards the tourbus that would take him across the river to Brooklyn.
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