Closed || @primankapustoty
When Steve woke, the white around him nearly blinded him. Next came the smell, starchy and antiseptic like a hospital. Thin, scratchy sheets laid over his body, confirming that he was in some sort of hospital or ward. The sound, however, didn’t quite match up with what else was around him. Neither did the woman, clothes and hair all wrong, acting suspiciously. Everything felt slightly off, like a puzzle piece that wasn’t straight on one side, making the whole puzzle have gaps and bumps. He didn’t wait to see the whole picture- likely it would add up to nothing good.
Pushing past the “nurse” on clumsy legs, Steve hurried out of the room, and was faced with more white walls. He took a turn at random, adrenaline waking up his body better than any medicine could. The last thing he remembered was the brute force of the crash, icy cold water stealing his breath and cutting through his skin, Bucky cradled as best he could in his arms... Christ, where was Bucky? If... if he was alive (oh god, please, please be alive) then Steve wouldn’t leave here without him. He’d fight every person in this building if he had to.
Skidding around a corner, Steve stumbled to a halt as he saw armed agents dressed in black at the end of the corridor. It sent his heart racing- had HYDRA found them? He’d sworn never to let Bucky fall into their hands again. He backpedaled furiously, new rage pounding through him. First, save Bucky. Then, burn this building to the ground. Every hallway looked the same and Steve cursed, rebounding off the walls and finding locked door after locked door. An alarm rang somewhere in the distance.
“BUCKY! Bucky, where are you?” he shouted as he ran.
