advanced: (breathe)
Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] advanced) wrote in [community profile] fossilised 2019-03-16 04:57 pm (UTC)

Possibly to Steve's surprise, the Soldier didn't block the doorway or make any moves to stop him from leaving. Mostly because it was obvious that they couldn't stay in this little building forever and there was a full intention to follow him and make sure nothing happened.

The Soldier stayed silent as the door opened.

The mad swim through the ocean had brought them to Alaska, on the edge of one of the port towns. Opening the door would reveal a landscape far into the future of what Steve Rogers had left behind. Cars roared down a motorway in the distance, different shapes and far faster than in the forties. A plane flew overhead. Pylons were everywhere. A girl across the street coming out of a place with a large M over the door, holding one of those greasy burger bags and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, pointed a small rectangle at him and it flashed.

The Soldier remained within grabbing distance, though concealed by the shadows in the doorway.

"Get back inside."

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