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Nov. 22nd, 2014 12:15 amIt's a long drive to New Jersey.
"Army regulations forbid storing munitions within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building's in the wrong place."
Dust and memories. More loss. More secrets.
"Shall we play a game?"
It's more like a horror story, the tale of the disease that has been growing inside SHIELD all these years, told in Zola's calm, precise voice. So much suffering, so much death, all in the name of control.
"We won, Captain."
Steve's rage builds with every word -- why did this man survive when Bucky did not? -- until he can't stop himself from punching Zola right in the smug monitor.
Not that it does any good.
"We are both of us...out of time."
"Army regulations forbid storing munitions within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building's in the wrong place."
Dust and memories. More loss. More secrets.
"Shall we play a game?"
It's more like a horror story, the tale of the disease that has been growing inside SHIELD all these years, told in Zola's calm, precise voice. So much suffering, so much death, all in the name of control.
"We won, Captain."
Steve's rage builds with every word -- why did this man survive when Bucky did not? -- until he can't stop himself from punching Zola right in the smug monitor.
Not that it does any good.
"We are both of us...out of time."
