[This is not where the mission was supposed to take the soldier. He was supposed to be in Washington, D.C. with the STRIKE team, in pursuit of his targets.
This is definitely not Washington, D.C. Nor do there appear to be any other members of his team with him. When he turns his masked face upwards, there is no sky. When he looks around, he hears the growls and snarls of wild animals.
Strange.
He keeps his assault rifle ready and stalks through the streets, keeping to shadows where he can and learning the layout of the city. He's looking for clues, for the STRIKE team... anyone familiar.
It's not the creatures he hears creeping around that frighten him. Very little scares him. But the thought that he is alone here with a mission left undone and no orders to guide him... well. That worries him a little.]
scenario two
[It's fairly obvious what's happened. The soldier runs his hands across the wood, feels its strength and where it's weakest, knocks on it to hear how the earth swallows the vibrations.
Well it's not a cryostasis chamber.
He doesn't know how deep he's been buried, but there's no sense sticking it out in the coffin when he has a perfectly serviceable metal arm to punch straight through the wood. And then use one of his knives to start loosening up the dirt.
...and then dig himself out.
He breaks through the earth with a deep breath and hauls himself out to the surface, crawling away from the hole and curling up for a moment to catch his breath. That was definitely a workout. He'd rather not be put in that situation again, thank you very much.
But he's unhurt, he's alive, and he's scanning the area for any sign of the fucker that buried him with murder in his eyes.]
scenario three
[The soldier is not generally encouraged to explore his emotions. In general, emotions are distractions from missions and the successful completion of them. But anger was something familiar to him, something that, while not encouraged outright, was at least appreciated by his handlers.
Because missions could and would go wrong, and the frustration and anger that such challenges inspired could often lead to creative problem solving.
Which occasionally led to a target being eviscerated instead of just shot, but, well, such were the risks of difficult assassinations.
Right now, however, there's not much the soldier can reasonably blame for his foul mood. There's the obvious ones: being separated from his STRIKE team and from his handlers, being without orders, and being completely uncertain of what he's meant to be doing here at all. There's also the more subtle ones: being hungry, being low on ammunition, not having had much sleep since he's arrived.
Those last ones are subtle because the soldier believes he can push through them. They are problems that can be solved either by addressing them or ignoring them, and right now he's choosing to ignore them, and instead taking a seat on the roof of a building to loom and glare at anyone who passes by.]
The Winter Soldier | MCU
[This is not where the mission was supposed to take the soldier. He was supposed to be in Washington, D.C. with the STRIKE team, in pursuit of his targets.
This is definitely not Washington, D.C. Nor do there appear to be any other members of his team with him. When he turns his masked face upwards, there is no sky. When he looks around, he hears the growls and snarls of wild animals.
Strange.
He keeps his assault rifle ready and stalks through the streets, keeping to shadows where he can and learning the layout of the city. He's looking for clues, for the STRIKE team... anyone familiar.
It's not the creatures he hears creeping around that frighten him. Very little scares him. But the thought that he is alone here with a mission left undone and no orders to guide him... well. That worries him a little.]
scenario two
[It's fairly obvious what's happened. The soldier runs his hands across the wood, feels its strength and where it's weakest, knocks on it to hear how the earth swallows the vibrations.
Well it's not a cryostasis chamber.
He doesn't know how deep he's been buried, but there's no sense sticking it out in the coffin when he has a perfectly serviceable metal arm to punch straight through the wood. And then use one of his knives to start loosening up the dirt.
...and then dig himself out.
He breaks through the earth with a deep breath and hauls himself out to the surface, crawling away from the hole and curling up for a moment to catch his breath. That was definitely a workout. He'd rather not be put in that situation again, thank you very much.
But he's unhurt, he's alive, and he's scanning the area for any sign of the fucker that buried him with murder in his eyes.]
scenario three
[The soldier is not generally encouraged to explore his emotions. In general, emotions are distractions from missions and the successful completion of them. But anger was something familiar to him, something that, while not encouraged outright, was at least appreciated by his handlers.
Because missions could and would go wrong, and the frustration and anger that such challenges inspired could often lead to creative problem solving.
Which occasionally led to a target being eviscerated instead of just shot, but, well, such were the risks of difficult assassinations.
Right now, however, there's not much the soldier can reasonably blame for his foul mood. There's the obvious ones: being separated from his STRIKE team and from his handlers, being without orders, and being completely uncertain of what he's meant to be doing here at all. There's also the more subtle ones: being hungry, being low on ammunition, not having had much sleep since he's arrived.
Those last ones are subtle because the soldier believes he can push through them. They are problems that can be solved either by addressing them or ignoring them, and right now he's choosing to ignore them, and instead taking a seat on the roof of a building to loom and glare at anyone who passes by.]