Post by James Barnes Jr on May 11, 2015 14:05:07 GMT -6
The was a flash of light. Screaming. But something else. Something different this time. The Winter Soldier stared back at him right before the flash. Mouthing something. Failure. That's what it was. James snapped awake, in a cold sweat. The longer he had the dreams, the more seemed to come back. He'd had this one before. Something involving another Winter Soldier. His father. He pulled out his phone, which said 0200 am. He hit the dial pad a voice on the other end. The voice sounded wide awake for the time of night. James wasn't surprised.
"What's going on?"
"I had that nightmare again. I need to know what happened to me two years ago." James' voice was filled with annoyance. "All the details."
"I gave you all the details that I've got, James. If you're still looking for phantoms, I hate to tell you for the thousandth time, but you and I both know it isn't him." Coulson's voice softened. "It's one thing to hold on to hope, but I know they're gone. i saw the bodies."
"Yeah, the bodies... What ever did happen to them?" There was a pause on the other end this time. Phil was uncomfortable about this. "Fury?" The silence said it all.
"James... This is dangerous. Don't--" He disconnected the call in a fit of annoyance. After a minute, he tossed the phone on the table and grabbed his laptop. A few keystrokes and SHIELD's systems popped up, asking him for a password. He typed a command: Scorpio. Followed by a 20 digit password. There was a momentary pause and then the system greeted him with "Welcome, Director Fury." A few more moments of queries were entered and James was downloading information to his encrypted drive.
A few minutes later, James closed the website and perused his findings while waiting. There was a tell tale flash of light and he wandered out into the bedroom. "Make some coffee while you're in there."
Nicholas J. Fury stood in James living room. "Kid, you really stepped in it this time. You just burned one of my backdoors into SHIELD's system. And for what?"
"Drop the line of crap, Fury. Phil already tried it. I don't really care what you people have to say. If my father's dead, then why have people been spotting the Winter Soldier for the last sixteen years. I'm thinking you owe me an explanation."
"I don't owe you a damn thing, kid. Your parents, Steve Rogers, maybe, but--" James grabbed Fury by the shirt and slammed him into the wall.
"My parents died on your OP. You're the reason I'm an orphan. You might not owe me anything, but I owe you plenty. So either you start talking or I start paying it back."
"Awright, kid. Just let me down. Clearly, you don't have the sense to back off when you should." James dropped Fury and the Former SHIELD director passed him a flash drive. "What you saw was not Bucky Barnes. Not in the sense you're hoping for. We've been trying to keep tabs on this for sometime. He's a Red Room asset. We're thinking some kind of clone. They certainly had your father long enough to have access to his genetic material. Memory implantation wouldn't be that hard for a clone. Blank slate and all. The way we figure it, they didn't take too kindly to losing their best Cold War asset, so they made a new one and activated it. We've never been able to verify it." Fury shrugged. "He's like some kind of damned Big Foot. We've never had anyone encounter him until you. And you know how that went."
"I don't remember much of it." James said quietly.
"The highlights involved you dying and almost not coming back." Fury's gaze softened. He looked over at James. "If you're going to pursue this and I'm sure you are because of your parentage, calling the Avengers, the Titans, your sister. Whoever you have to. This isn't going to end well. For anyone."
"Never figured you for the fatherly advice type." James said with a sigh.
"Never figured you for the stupid type. We're all full of surprises today." Fury turned and walked towards the door. "The drive has all the info you need. If you're going, then finish it. You owe it to yer dad. Call me, if you need anything." And Fury disappeared in a flash of light.
James sat in his chair, staring at the flash drive. He didn't know if he wanted to look at it or who he should call. Or even if he should call. What a night.
"What's going on?"
"I had that nightmare again. I need to know what happened to me two years ago." James' voice was filled with annoyance. "All the details."
"I gave you all the details that I've got, James. If you're still looking for phantoms, I hate to tell you for the thousandth time, but you and I both know it isn't him." Coulson's voice softened. "It's one thing to hold on to hope, but I know they're gone. i saw the bodies."
"Yeah, the bodies... What ever did happen to them?" There was a pause on the other end this time. Phil was uncomfortable about this. "Fury?" The silence said it all.
"James... This is dangerous. Don't--" He disconnected the call in a fit of annoyance. After a minute, he tossed the phone on the table and grabbed his laptop. A few keystrokes and SHIELD's systems popped up, asking him for a password. He typed a command: Scorpio. Followed by a 20 digit password. There was a momentary pause and then the system greeted him with "Welcome, Director Fury." A few more moments of queries were entered and James was downloading information to his encrypted drive.
A few minutes later, James closed the website and perused his findings while waiting. There was a tell tale flash of light and he wandered out into the bedroom. "Make some coffee while you're in there."
Nicholas J. Fury stood in James living room. "Kid, you really stepped in it this time. You just burned one of my backdoors into SHIELD's system. And for what?"
"Drop the line of crap, Fury. Phil already tried it. I don't really care what you people have to say. If my father's dead, then why have people been spotting the Winter Soldier for the last sixteen years. I'm thinking you owe me an explanation."
"I don't owe you a damn thing, kid. Your parents, Steve Rogers, maybe, but--" James grabbed Fury by the shirt and slammed him into the wall.
"My parents died on your OP. You're the reason I'm an orphan. You might not owe me anything, but I owe you plenty. So either you start talking or I start paying it back."
"Awright, kid. Just let me down. Clearly, you don't have the sense to back off when you should." James dropped Fury and the Former SHIELD director passed him a flash drive. "What you saw was not Bucky Barnes. Not in the sense you're hoping for. We've been trying to keep tabs on this for sometime. He's a Red Room asset. We're thinking some kind of clone. They certainly had your father long enough to have access to his genetic material. Memory implantation wouldn't be that hard for a clone. Blank slate and all. The way we figure it, they didn't take too kindly to losing their best Cold War asset, so they made a new one and activated it. We've never been able to verify it." Fury shrugged. "He's like some kind of damned Big Foot. We've never had anyone encounter him until you. And you know how that went."
"I don't remember much of it." James said quietly.
"The highlights involved you dying and almost not coming back." Fury's gaze softened. He looked over at James. "If you're going to pursue this and I'm sure you are because of your parentage, calling the Avengers, the Titans, your sister. Whoever you have to. This isn't going to end well. For anyone."
"Never figured you for the fatherly advice type." James said with a sigh.
"Never figured you for the stupid type. We're all full of surprises today." Fury turned and walked towards the door. "The drive has all the info you need. If you're going, then finish it. You owe it to yer dad. Call me, if you need anything." And Fury disappeared in a flash of light.
James sat in his chair, staring at the flash drive. He didn't know if he wanted to look at it or who he should call. Or even if he should call. What a night.