portland ♔it's only a little broken

[manchuriancandidate]

WHO || Steve Rogers, James Barnes, lurking SHIELD... [closed]
WHAT || A newly-arrived Shadowkind is definitely resisting capture.
WHERE || Portland
WHEN || June, 2018
HOW || Action Spam

[ It wasn't often that a newly-arrived Shadowkind made national news. Then again, most newly-arrived Shadowkind didn't leave half a block of destruction in their wake before vanishing like they'd never been there.

...To be fair, the enforcement trying to round up this particular arrival had shot first when it was clear the man had no intention of cooperating and coming with them. The armed man reacted accordingly, but it seemed that no matter what they threw at him - which had been a squadron of enforcement officers, a veritable arsenal of containment weapons, and two armored vehicles - he wasn't going to change his mind. Staying only long enough to make sure nothing was in decent enough shape to continue pursuit, the man then vanished into the depths of the city and was still supposedly holed up somewhere within its borders.

Which is why SHIELD is here now, before anyone else could make a bigger mess of things. ]

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[captain_america]

[ He seems surprised, like Steve should know all this, like Steve should have expected to find him.

It’s easy to put together that it’s the veil. Things can get lost. Natasha didn’t remember him when he came through- she didn’t remember any of them. Was this like that? ]

This place can make you forget. The last time I remember seeing you- [ He swallows cuz that’s not a fun memory. That’s not something he can easily talk about. ] you were falling from the train. I thought you were dead.

[ He is obviously very alive. ]

[manchuriancandidate]

[ He pales at this revelation, staring at Steve for a long moment before giving a low curse and turning to pace away in frustration, running his flesh-and-blood hand through his long hair. His shoulders are hunched, almost in a defensive maneuver, and his movements are agitated as he comes to terms with what that means. ]

Shit, Steve. You don't remember any of it? The train was... [ He stops. Looks away. ] That was a long time ago.

[ He looks back and there's a strain in his eyes, his expression pinched and worried, and his grip is a little too tight on the stock of his gun. ]

...But you're not from the train. What's the last thing you remember from before this place?

[ Is it just him he's forgotten, or is it more than that?

...And what might be missing from his own memories that he hasn't figured out yet? He'd thought it was all there, but... ]

[captain_america]

[ Steve knows it’s not what Bucky wants to hear, just from how he responds. He wants to reach out but he’s not sure if it will be welcome. This isn’t the Bucky he remembers, he’s older, he’s harder in a way Steve doesn’t understand even with everything he’s been through.

Bucky clearly has seen Steve since the train. What has this place made him forget? ]

Ultron? [ He’s not sure how much Bucky knows. ] The Avengers were fighting Ultron in Sokovia.

[ He looks at his friend. His eyes flash desperately. ]

Buck, what don’t I remember?

[manchuriancandidate]

[ That does make Bucky pause, because if Steve remember Ultron...

He looks back at his friend again, his expression confused. ]

You remember Sokovia. But you don't remember what went down in DC?

[ He's still trying to decide if that's a good thing, or very very bad. ]

[captain_america]

[ Now Steve is the one confused. ]

The fall of Shield?

[ He remembers that. Taking down the hellicarriers, falling into the Potomac...fighting...someone? ]

I remember waking up in 2011, fighting with the Avengers in New York, fighting for Shield and then against Shield, fighting Hydra, fighting Ultron and then I ended up here.

[ If that puts his timeline in order for Bucky. ]

[manchuriancandidate]

[ He falls silent, unsure of how much he wants to actually tell Steve, if he doesn't remember the circumstances of how they'd met in DC. Of everything that had gone down with Hydra. With them.

Swallowing hard, he instead lets his hands fall to his sides, inclining his head. ]

Well.... that's a bit of a gap, then. You... our paths crossed, in DC. It wasn't pretty, though.