[Nothing worse than missions where you end up crashing a HYDRA R&D lab that wasn't supposed to be there - as twisted as Hydra's top dogs are, the lab rats? Those guys are a helluva lot worse in Bucky's book. You never knew what kind of FUBARED mess you were gonna find when you stepped into one, so Bucky, he's preferred to take it slow, be careful. Problem is, when one's right under your nose and you and the boys stumble on it while busting doors down and the enemy starts shooting before the door's even hit the floor, there's no way to stop a bullet from snagging one of the items on the desk. A blue light roared out toward him. And before he'd even had a chance to dive to the side, the sweeping beam catches him.
When he opens his eyes, Bucky finds himself on the other end of the planet. He knows the smell of New York before he even leaves the building, even though there's something off about it too. Whatever it was, just dumped him far from the war, Bucky thinks, as he trots out of the alley, hand resting on the gun resting in the holster at his waist; he could've sworn the beam hit one of the HYDRA soldiers or two, so if they're around her as well....
That's when Bucky about rounds the corner and comes out onto the main street....and stops and stares at the glowing lights dominating the skyline and bleeding up into the clouds, making the evening almost as bright as day, or the cars - looking sleek and almost alien- clogging the street, or sure, that's a diner he recognizes, but it's nestled in among newer, taller buildings, crowded with flat screens blaring out flashes of information-
That's where Steve finds him, huddled back in the alley, back turned to him and peering out at the street as he gets his bearings, fingers wrapped tight around the gun like a kid with a safety blanket as he tries to come to grips with what's staring him straight in the face, and what to do next. Bucky starts, then his shoulders start to relax with the sheer relief of Steve being here too, only...well, that's when he turns around to a Steve with a harder edge to him and closer, spiky hair, and this look like he's coming up on a feral dog]
Steve? [Bucky drops his hand from the gun, instantly, but he pauses at the questions, unnerved] The hell are you talking about? That a trick question, pal? It's not funny, something went tits up in that raid...
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When he opens his eyes, Bucky finds himself on the other end of the planet. He knows the smell of New York before he even leaves the building, even though there's something off about it too. Whatever it was, just dumped him far from the war, Bucky thinks, as he trots out of the alley, hand resting on the gun resting in the holster at his waist; he could've sworn the beam hit one of the HYDRA soldiers or two, so if they're around her as well....
That's when Bucky about rounds the corner and comes out onto the main street....and stops and stares at the glowing lights dominating the skyline and bleeding up into the clouds, making the evening almost as bright as day, or the cars - looking sleek and almost alien- clogging the street, or sure, that's a diner he recognizes, but it's nestled in among newer, taller buildings, crowded with flat screens blaring out flashes of information-
That's where Steve finds him, huddled back in the alley, back turned to him and peering out at the street as he gets his bearings, fingers wrapped tight around the gun like a kid with a safety blanket as he tries to come to grips with what's staring him straight in the face, and what to do next. Bucky starts, then his shoulders start to relax with the sheer relief of Steve being here too, only...well, that's when he turns around to a Steve with a harder edge to him and closer, spiky hair, and this look like he's coming up on a feral dog]
Steve? [Bucky drops his hand from the gun, instantly, but he pauses at the questions, unnerved] The hell are you talking about? That a trick question, pal? It's not funny, something went tits up in that raid...