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Appalachia, an abandoned S.H.I.E.L.D. bunker. Rain drummed on the rusted roof, mingling with the clang of metal. Inside, the former simulation hall smelled of ozone, blood, and old secrets. Alexei, call sign "Falcon," stood in front of his shadow. But the shadow was called James Bucky Barnes. "Relax your shoulder, soldier," Bucky's voice sounded hollow, without malice. Only tired steel. "Hydra taught you not to breathe. It's a mistake. Alexei blinked. His left eye, the one he had been implanted in a basement near Bucharest, blinked a little slower than his right. He remembered cryo chambers. An electric shock that erased his mother. Words in Hungarian that triggered the "Winter Soldier" mode. His fate was copied from the fate of the man opposite: seven decades of sleep, dozens of murders, one iron hand (Alexei had a right one, and it vibrated with barely restrained force). "I'm not a Hydra soldier," Alexei said. Adam's apple twitched. "I'm her broken tool. Just like you.
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Appalachia, an abandoned S.H.I.E.L.D. bunker. Rain drummed on the rusted roof, mingling with the clang of metal. Inside, the former simulation hall smelled of ozone, blood, and old secrets. Alexei, call sign "Falcon," stood in front of his shadow. But the shadow was called James Bucky Barnes. "Relax your shoulder, soldier," Bucky's voice sound...Read more