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After an explosive crash landing, Gooseman remembers a different reality...
...one in which Wolf Den won.
- Part 45 of Galaxy Rangers Timeline
What happens when the Winchesters and the mystic falls gang, hightail there way to beacon hills. Beacon hills that is dreading the arrival of the famous alpha pack. Chaos and Debauchery, what else....
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02 Apr 2017
The Soldier remembers this: he wakes up in the snow.
- Part 1 of quiet americans
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02 Aug 2017
When he disobeys, the guards come in and beat him and another man. The other man is beaten much worse. It's uncertain for some time whether the man will live, but the man does live.
He understands: this is how you break a person.
Subjekt Neun is returned with someone else's hand at the end of his right wrist. The skin of the hand doesn't match the skin of his arm.
“Your work, Dr. Zola, is for the Government of the United States of America.”
“My work is for HYDRA."
Townsend, frustrated by the soldier's social limitations, teaches him how to be different people.
He pretends he doesn't remember the lessons between wipes.
They suspect nothing, and he's never been more effective.
"Dude," Sam says thinly. “You think he cut his own arm off.”
“So,” says Sam, “Where's the arm?"
The Soldier thought he had it good under Townsend—more fool him. Townsend was only better than Zola because he let the Soldier think.
Murray might let him be in control.
Murray gave the Soldier autonomy: a blessing, he'd thought, but now it's a curse. He has to be present for this. He has to remember his one season of happiness, now, in the face of what is about to happen.
“The Wolf Den,” she says. He blinks. “Volk Dom? La Cueva? The Badlands?” After a moment: “Philly, baby, you're in North Philadelphia.”
The soldier looks at the girl and all the machines keeping her alive.
He isn't sure why Tank is showing him this. His orders are clear. She's his handler, and—he smacks his temple with the heel of his hand, hard. No, she's not his handler, he doesn't have handlers; he's self-actualizing.
“Okay. Do you wanna kill people?”
“No,” the soldier says.
“So why did you?”
“That's what I'm for.” Even as he says it, it doesn't feel right. He wasn't made for that at all. He wasn't made to kill things. He was made to not be killed.
He doesn't know how, but he wants to be like them. He wants to be a safe place too.
Luke's hands slide around the Soldier's waist from behind. He presses his cheek against the Soldier's neck and murmurs in his ear, warm: “Do you know what they call Philly?”
“The City of Brotherly Love,” Luke says, and the Soldier laughs.
“Mm. See,” says Queenie, “I think that's bollocks, myself. When people say they'd die for you, they're forgetting how difficult it is to live for somebody. Dying is a one-time thing. It's easy. Living is so much harder.”
If they had to make him do it, if they were scared of him thinking for himself, if they had to drug him and hurt him and burn him out of himself, it must have been wrong. It must have been—somehow contrary to the person he was before, if they had to do that.
"... so don't you ever fucking tell me you're a bad person, Manito, I will fucking cut you. Good ain't something you are. It's something you do."
“Are you actively dying?” Steve asks. “I mean, fair warning, I'm asking because I want to yell at you.”
“Can't run away,” Bucky says cheerfully. “Good time.”
“So, this all sucks,” Sousa says. “And, hey, guess what? It's going to keep sucking. Don't die. I'll be back in twelve hours.”
Rogers isn't just calling him by Barnes's name.
Rogers thinks he's Barnes.
"I think you should maybe be prepared for alternatives, just in case he ever straight-up decides that's not who he wants to be.”
Steve looks at her, and then looks at the ceiling, and then looks at his hands. “I don't—I don't know if I can accept that,” he says.
Barton shrugs, one-shouldered, making the cane bobble. “Oh, what, you thought you were the only one? Steve's like a magnet for brainwashed idiots, so I wouldn't feel too bad.”