[color=darkred][center][h2]Captain America[/h2][/center][/color]
[i]Location: Unknown[/i]
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[i]"I don't like bullies. I don't care where they come from."[/i]

[i]"Bucky. Bucky, no![/i]

What, what were those? Everything was so murky, like he was floating on some sea. Was he at sea? Was he not? Why wasn't he sure...? His head hurt and...Why couldn't he open his eyes? He'd been asleep for so long...Why wasn't he waking up? Something was wrong. What was-where was-?

A needle pricked his arm, almost rousing him from his half-slumber. But everything was still far too heavy...

"It really is a shame we're letting him go to waste like this." A male voice said above him. He could understand the words, but he knew somewhere within that it wasn't...What he'd usually speak? ...Was it, German? "A true super-soldier would himself be of use within our operations."

Another voice growled. "How many times do I have to remind you, Dr. Zola? There's far too much risk involved! The good Captain was always a pigheaded [i]dummkopf[/i]. Even if we could get him under our control, there's no telling how long he'd stay there!" The needle then was extracted. "I still say it's too much of a risk to even keep him to this twilight sleep. If anything goes wrong-!"

"Nothing will go wrong, Von Strucker..." A third voice joined in. "We're taking every reasonable, and unreasonable precaution we can." Something shifted. Was he being laid down or brought upright? Chill, icy water enveloped him. "With the Captain alive, we can finally reverse-engineer Erskine's serum. And with that serum, we will have no more use for him. Life will go on without him, while we will dominate the world-stage with millions like him, only in our imagine...It's almost a shame really. He was our worst foe. Yet in his final days, he will pave the way for our rebirth."

His eyes finally started to open, giving him the glimpse of a man through some sort of window, dressed in some sort of purple-esque suit with a hooded mask and a sword at his side. As he tried to lift his hand, the chill suddenly grew. No, no not again! he tried to move, striving to touch the glass. But the chill swept over him and he knew no more.