Steven G. Rogers (
thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote2012-08-05 05:02 pm
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[movie canon: the rescue]
Previously:
"You can't give me orders!"
"The hell I can't! I'm a captain."
It occurs to Steve as he makes his way through the woods outside Krausberg that this is the first time he's really been tested. Stark was right about that. The day he was given the serum and chased down the HYDRA agent was only a dry run. This matters more than all the dancing and all the shilling for war bonds. This is about saving his fellow soldiers, possibly even his friend, and he hasn't given a thought to what will happen after.
The woods are dark and foggy, thick with old growth. Steve doesn't know the countryside, but he's got the map Agent Carter showed him memorized, and gets his bearings without much trouble. The factory is hard to miss--it's ablaze with light and activity despite the late hour. It's more like a fortress than any factory Steve knows.
The simplest way to get into the factory is to hitch a ride in one of its trucks. The two HYDRA agents in the back are easily disposed of, as is the guard when the truck stops. The guard inside the first door he tries lets him in at a knock, and Steve takes him out quickly, too.
Inside, the place is full of bombs, tanks the size of houses, and tubes of a substance that glows with an eerie blue light. He grabs a gadget for analysis later--maybe it'll help his case if they decide to court-martial him once he returns--and then focuses on his real goal: finding the prisoners.
Finding Bucky.
To be continued...
"You can't give me orders!"
"The hell I can't! I'm a captain."
It occurs to Steve as he makes his way through the woods outside Krausberg that this is the first time he's really been tested. Stark was right about that. The day he was given the serum and chased down the HYDRA agent was only a dry run. This matters more than all the dancing and all the shilling for war bonds. This is about saving his fellow soldiers, possibly even his friend, and he hasn't given a thought to what will happen after.
The woods are dark and foggy, thick with old growth. Steve doesn't know the countryside, but he's got the map Agent Carter showed him memorized, and gets his bearings without much trouble. The factory is hard to miss--it's ablaze with light and activity despite the late hour. It's more like a fortress than any factory Steve knows.
The simplest way to get into the factory is to hitch a ride in one of its trucks. The two HYDRA agents in the back are easily disposed of, as is the guard when the truck stops. The guard inside the first door he tries lets him in at a knock, and Steve takes him out quickly, too.
Inside, the place is full of bombs, tanks the size of houses, and tubes of a substance that glows with an eerie blue light. He grabs a gadget for analysis later--maybe it'll help his case if they decide to court-martial him once he returns--and then focuses on his real goal: finding the prisoners.
Finding Bucky.
To be continued...
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He did not imagine, "I am a great fan of your films!"
Steve walks across the catwalk to meet his forebearer, his nemesis.
Johann Schmidt.
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It doesn't seem to bother Steve, who's squared off to confront the Nazi in the middle of the bridge. He's too far away to hear what they're saying, so Bucky keeps a weather eye on the doctor, as much as he can, and watches.
Steve throws the first punch; the Nazi rocks back a step, slams his fist against that flag-painted shield Steve's been carrying, and then the fight's on in earnest.
Bucky doesn't have the chance to figure out what he can do to help, though; Steve kicks the arrogant S.O.B. backward several feet, and the doctor scurries forward and slaps a lever in panic. The bridge splits in the middle and begins to draw back on each side. He does what he can to help it, pulling at the railing as it slides along, bringing Steve back to precarious safety.
The Nazi shouts something else -- "I was his greatest success!" -- and begins to claw at his own face. Standing beside Steve, Bucky stares in horror as the man peels off his own skin, revealing the hideous visage beneath.
Maddened eyes glare at them from a blood-red skull, and Bucky swallows hard.
"You don't have one of those, do you?"
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This is the fate that he avoided. Schmidt thinks it's made him superhuman, the next step in evolution--but Steve can only remember Dr. Erskine pointing at his heart and saying Stay who you are. A good man.
That's something Schmidt, for all his plots and plans and strength and speechifying, will never have.
"Unlike you," says Schmidt as he and the little doctor get into an elevator, "I embrace it proudly! Without fear!"
"Then how come you're running!" Steve shouts back.
In response the elevator doors slide closed.
The explosions are only growing more intense. The air is thick with smoke and ashes. Enough time has been wasted with Schmidt--it's time to go. There's a beam overhead that stretches to the other side of the factory--it looks like that's their way out.
"Come on," Steve tells Bucky, "up." They make for the nearest stairs.
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"Thought we joined the army, not the circus," Bucky mutters.
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The beam's just barely wider than his shoe. Bucky holds his arms out a little, one to each side, and starts cat-footing his way across. He keeps his eyes fixed on his goal, only looking down in brief glimpses to check his footing -- just enough to see the explosion blooming beneath him like the pits of hell.
Metal groans, and the beam shivers; he sways with it but catches himself, and starts moving faster.
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Not that there's any way to help him from here.
Just let him get out, Steve prays. Let him reach the end and get out.
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Steel shrieks as the beam ratchets downward and begins to tear free of its anchor on the far side. He abandons caution and breaks into a mad dash, then leaps for the far railing as the whole thing gives way beneath his feet.
Bucky pulls himself up and rolls over the top of the rail to the dubious safety of the catwalk, then stares back across the abyss at Steve.
"There's got to be a rope or something!" he shouts.
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Steve waves him on. "Just go! Get out of here!"
Bucky's on the other side and that's all that matters.
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"NO!"
Bucky's yell is harsh and raw - and there's no room in it for argument.
"Not without you!"
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"Hell," says Steve.
He looks around to get an idea of how to manage this. He bends back the railing to give himself more room, and takes several steps away from the chasm. The explosions grow only more intense--it won't be long until the building comes down around them.
There's a moment--just a moment--of doubt. I don't expect you to understand this because you're just a chorus girl. He knows he can run fast and far. He knows he can leap high.
He doesn't know if he can do this.
He runs, and at the edge, he jumps.
It's truly a leap of faith.