The Sound of Silence (private rp)
thedoctorharkness Finally done.
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Hail Hydra.
Those words haunted James Buchanan Barnes. For 60 years they were his only memories. Hydra was his master and he had no purpose but obedience. He was a lap dog to what had once been his sworn enemy and only thanks flashes of memories and a friend who thought him long dead had he come back to find himself again. At first his memories were fuzzy, like photos out of focus, or distorted by bright blinding lights. Remember who he was once, long, long ago had not been easy on the Winter Solider. Remembering lovers, family, friends, Stevie...
The striking difference between his past self and the weapon Hydra had made him sent him into spirals of confusions, his emotions pulled in opposite directions. History knew a man, and he knew a monster. He felt monstrous. He felt out of place in the world because the life he had lead of his own accord was gone. The times had changed, hell, the world had changed... and he had changed too. The only thing left of the world he had once knew was his friend, his oldest friend, his only friend now. The one person who hadn't given up on him even when it almost cost her life.
Having someone who cared enough to pull you back in your darkest moments was a debt worth repaying. But in his state he didn't know if he could trust himself around Stevie, not after almost killing her. He could still hear their orders in head. He wouldn't risk hurting her again. But there was one thing he could do. He could take vengeance on those who made him what he had become, those who ordered him to commit the heinous acts against a country he'd once loved.
For a month, James had tracked Hydra, like the dog they'd made him. He hunted down agents mercilessly, destroying anything they had touched. But he took no joy in his quest, It was much more of a duty. A service, just as fighting in World War II had once been. Somewhere beyond his conscious though, he was glad that he felt nothing for the punishment he dealt out, that he took no joy in killing.
-- 4:32 A.M. Mark Twain National Forest, Salem, Missouri --
The woods in Salem were not the quiet retreat most people searched for, though after the fall of Shield there didn't seem to be many campers looking to be secluded in what was otherwise a natural beauty. On this morning, before the sun could even ponder it's rise, an attack had been made on what would have otherwise seemed an abandoned cabin.
The inhabitants hadn't taken well to the unwelcome surprise and armed combat soon began, illuminating the small run down cabin with gun fire. Though it wasn't long until that fell silent leaving only one survivor. James stood among the bodies of now dead Hydra agents, his tactical fixed blades in either hand. He leaned down to wipe them clean on one of the dead men before putting me away once more. Afterwards, he nudged the body aside and ripped open a trapped door in the floorboards.
As he entered the cellar passage he was greeted by two guards. An annoyance at best, they would quickly be dismissed as they hardly had the agility, or strength to keep up with the Winter Solider.
