[movie canon: the rescue]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

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...

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[nerves_of_ice]

He stares up at the ceiling and wills himself not to fall asleep.

It's not the dreams that bother him. Some of them are pretty good. It's just that it makes it hurt all the more to wake up back in this room, strapped to this goddamn metal table, waiting for the next jab of the knife or the needle or whatever stupid thing that weaselly-looking doctor decides to poke him with next.

Some of them have been pretty horrible, but Bucky's not going to let himself think about that. Not if he can help it.

God, what he wouldn't give to have that bastard in his sights.

His eyelids grow heavy and flutter closed as he imagines it, and his unknowing smile is as sweet and innocent as a kid's.