[01 - Arrival] When he'd fallen from the train, Bucky had been sure he was a goner. You don't just fall from something thousands of feet in the air, toward a rocky ravine, in the middle of the friggin' Alps, and have any hope of actually surviving.
The bar he'd been holding onto for dear life, dangling from the train, had given way, and his stomach had plummeted as he'd done the same, and he'd known he was going to die, but he hadn't quite been able to accept it, in those horrifying seconds that felt like a lifetime - long enough that he'd had a chance to go over everything of importance he'd ever done in his life, but not quite long enough to decide if he was gonna die with no regrets. (The answer, he would've decided, was no; he'd always have regrets, because he could've always done better.)
But just as he'd been expecting a bone-crunching *splat*, worthy of the best cartoon characters, he'd suddenly found himself... standing on a street? Bucky's head whipped around, back and forth several times in rapid succession, confusion--and not a little trepidation--clear on his face; in the back of his mind, he noted that he was on what could've been any street that he'd seen, walked down thousands of times, with people milling around or walking purposefully, paying absolutely no attention to him. For good measure, he glanced down at himself, noting he was still in his winter army dress, even as he started patting himself down, checking for-- bullet holes, broken bones, something, to prove that he hadn't just broken with reality and was still waiting for the fall to end.
[06 - Carnival] Bucky had been in the City (he still didn't know what city - or even what continent - so he just called it the City) for only a very short while, wandering the streets, when he happened to hear something very familiar to him - carnival music. How often had he spent a day just wandering the booths, or maybe trying to win a prize for a dame he'd brought to one of these? Drawn toward the music, and spurred on when he saw the bright lights and colorful booths, Bucky began to meander through the well-trodden pathways, watching attentively at how everyone was acting, seeing if he could determine anything new about-- well, about his new home, apparently.
James "Bucky" Barnes | MCU / Captain America: The First Avenger
[01 - Arrival]
When he'd fallen from the train, Bucky had been sure he was a goner. You don't just fall from something thousands of feet in the air, toward a rocky ravine, in the middle of the friggin' Alps, and have any hope of actually surviving.
The bar he'd been holding onto for dear life, dangling from the train, had given way, and his stomach had plummeted as he'd done the same, and he'd known he was going to die, but he hadn't quite been able to accept it, in those horrifying seconds that felt like a lifetime - long enough that he'd had a chance to go over everything of importance he'd ever done in his life, but not quite long enough to decide if he was gonna die with no regrets. (The answer, he would've decided, was no; he'd always have regrets, because he could've always done better.)
But just as he'd been expecting a bone-crunching *splat*, worthy of the best cartoon characters, he'd suddenly found himself... standing on a street? Bucky's head whipped around, back and forth several times in rapid succession, confusion--and not a little trepidation--clear on his face; in the back of his mind, he noted that he was on what could've been any street that he'd seen, walked down thousands of times, with people milling around or walking purposefully, paying absolutely no attention to him. For good measure, he glanced down at himself, noting he was still in his winter army dress, even as he started patting himself down, checking for-- bullet holes, broken bones, something, to prove that he hadn't just broken with reality and was still waiting for the fall to end.
[06 - Carnival]
Bucky had been in the City (he still didn't know what city - or even what continent - so he just called it the City) for only a very short while, wandering the streets, when he happened to hear something very familiar to him - carnival music. How often had he spent a day just wandering the booths, or maybe trying to win a prize for a dame he'd brought to one of these? Drawn toward the music, and spurred on when he saw the bright lights and colorful booths, Bucky began to meander through the well-trodden pathways, watching attentively at how everyone was acting, seeing if he could determine anything new about-- well, about his new home, apparently.