Mm. It isn't really fair, that my little brother has to deal with people like that.
[But there's something more about the memory that really bothers me.]
. . . That's what I meant. My master - Reigen-san - lied about what happened. [The end, where he calmed him down by telling him it was okay.] Somehow, I didn't realize until recently.
Mmm. Good strategy. I mean--not great, but about as good as you can get, trapped here as we are.
[ He wonders what else to say that could possibly help, if at all, but he is saved the effort by another bubble approaching and popping before them, plunging the two of them into a frozen Polish forest in 1942.
Cap and the other Invaders are taken, and the only person left who can help them now is Bucky. And by god, he's going to save them, one way or another. He says it like it's a foregone conclusion.
But as he frantically follows his kidnapped teammates' trail, he can't quite swallow the fear and uncertainty. What the hell does he think he's doing? The rest of the Invaders--they're all strong and powerful, capable of the sorts of things once thought only possible in fantasy. Supersoldiers with inhuman speed and strength, men made of fire, a water-breathing sea king...and here Bucky is, just a dumb kid in tights with a couple of guns. Who is he kidding? If they could take out all the Invaders at once, what chance did Bucky stand of helping?
The memory of Namor's words sting more than the winter air whipping his face: "If sarcasm were your superpower, perhaps you'd carry your weight among us."
But, for better or for worse, Bucky has never known how to quit while he was ahead. So when the trail leads to a castle, he doesn't hesitate to sneak in. And when he sees his friends being tortured, their power being siphoned into some freak superman, he doesn't hesitate to jump in then, either. After all--what else can he possibly do?
It's enough. He gets the shit kicked out of him, but he stays up long enough for the rest of the Invaders to get back on their feet and end this.
He's bruised, he's bloody, but he thinks that, for the first time, he really, truly feels like he can stand alongside his teammates, instead of stumbling in their shadows. ]
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Also, the fact that Mob says he 'doesn't remember what happened' but that he 'guesses they survived' does not sit well with him. Hmm. Bad! ]
Christ. What a mess for a bunch of kids to get into.
[ At least when Vezda got into shitstorms, it was because he signed up for them. ]
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[But there's something more about the memory that really bothers me.]
. . . That's what I meant. My master - Reigen-san - lied about what happened. [The end, where he calmed him down by telling him it was okay.] Somehow, I didn't realize until recently.
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[ well. he can't fault him for that. Vezda would've been trying to force his way outta here too in that scenario. ]
So...what now, then?
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[People insisted he calm down, so he did. He's calm. But that doesn't mean things went back to normal.]
If I think about it, I'll get upset again, but I won't be able to do anything, so I'll just worry others.
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[ He wonders what else to say that could possibly help, if at all, but he is saved the effort by another bubble approaching and popping before them, plunging the two of them into a frozen Polish forest in 1942.
Cap and the other Invaders are taken, and the only person left who can help them now is Bucky. And by god, he's going to save them, one way or another. He says it like it's a foregone conclusion.
But as he frantically follows his kidnapped teammates' trail, he can't quite swallow the fear and uncertainty. What the hell does he think he's doing? The rest of the Invaders--they're all strong and powerful, capable of the sorts of things once thought only possible in fantasy. Supersoldiers with inhuman speed and strength, men made of fire, a water-breathing sea king...and here Bucky is, just a dumb kid in tights with a couple of guns. Who is he kidding? If they could take out all the Invaders at once, what chance did Bucky stand of helping?
The memory of Namor's words sting more than the winter air whipping his face: "If sarcasm were your superpower, perhaps you'd carry your weight among us."
But, for better or for worse, Bucky has never known how to quit while he was ahead. So when the trail leads to a castle, he doesn't hesitate to sneak in. And when he sees his friends being tortured, their power being siphoned into some freak superman, he doesn't hesitate to jump in then, either. After all--what else can he possibly do?
It's enough. He gets the shit kicked out of him, but he stays up long enough for the rest of the Invaders to get back on their feet and end this.
He's bruised, he's bloody, but he thinks that, for the first time, he really, truly feels like he can stand alongside his teammates, instead of stumbling in their shadows. ]