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The room was dark, the only light emanating from a slim laptop.
On the screen, a video played on repeat. The quality of the video was poor, but its subject more than made up for the shaky angle.
His stormy eyes, long dark hair, and, of course, that metal arm would grab the attention of any viewer. Add to that the man’s gravity-defying jump, and it was no wonder that the video had racked up millions of views over the last year.
This particular viewer was different from the others who had watched before.
He wasn’t a member of the military, nor was he a political advisor, media pundit, student, or plain old fanboy.
He wasn’t studying it to try to recruit the man, to learn his secrets, to try and decipher the magic used.
He didn’t want to interview him or take his picture.
He was studying the video with excitement and a healthy dose of relief.
He had finally found it.
He had finally found him.
The man who would serve as the perfect vessel for his master.
He wanted James Buchanan Barnes. And he always got what he wanted.