Chapter Text
Chapter 1: “Where Do We Go Nobody Knows?”
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Song: God Put a Smile on Your Face by Coldplay
“Who the hell are you?” said the face hovering above mine.
I groan as I come to I look around and I see I’m in a dumpster surrounded by trash. The face backs off as I move shifting in the trash to see my surroundings. “Who are you?” I gruffly say eyeing the figure.
It appeared to be a girl with a mask that looked like a snarling beast with sharp teeth covering her mouth and nose. Her eyes shining blue gold in the street light near the alley I was in. She had two swords strapped to her sides. Who carries swords anymore anyway? She wore a small black military jacket and a grey t-shirt and her hair was shoulder length shining copper in the light. She eyes me carefully before saying,”Chaos you?”
Who calls themselves Chaos? I mean I've been seeing some weird people flying around and fighting crime these days including the man tailing me he has metal bird wings! Calling himself the Falcon I mean really?
I look her in the eyes and she matches me unwavering and slightly challenging. “I’m unsure but a I’ve been called the Winter Soldier and Bucky but you can call me James.” I say slightly wavering my voice did I just say that I don’t know if I can trust her what’s wrong with me?
“Well James I can help you out of that dumpster if you want you look like you might need some help and I can help heal your injuries if you want.” she smiles softly. I’m not letting some random person who dresses up to fight crime dig me out of the trash. “No I’m fine I can do it myself,” I say defensively,” you can also leave me alone.” I climb out of the dumpster heaving slightly trying not to let this kid know I’m worse than she could see.
I can see her narrow her eyes as I fully stand up I ready myself in case this conversation goes south. I calmly put my hand near I knife I have in my pocket. I eye her quietly.
She shrugs and says,”Well then if you need me tough guy just say my name 3 times and you won’t be in Kansas anymore.” then she disappears into thin air.
I gasp slightly and shake my head. I assess my situation and take in my surroundings fully. I’m standing in a middle of an alley in New York I think Hell’s Kitchen I believe.
My brain is scrambled and I’m not sure where I begin and where the Winter Soldier ends. I’m having an alright day mentally I’m not the man I used to be and I’m not the man I was forced to be but somewhere in between.
But waking up in a dumpster not remembering why and how I got there and making a new ‘friend’ wasn’t what I expected. I sigh rubbing my flesh hand over my face. I take over my injuries I have a sore legs but my feet hurt the most I’m assuming it’s because of my fall into the dumpster. The weapon whirrs softly as I touch the scratches on my side. The weapon is still working well to my disappointment. I want this awful thing away from me and not attached to me. It reminded me of... no don’t think about that.
Let’s just figure out how to get rid of this awful reminder of the man I was forced to become, the perfect weapon.