Captain America had never imagined that the cold-blooded killer who had shot Nick Fury would turn out to be his best friend, Bucky Barnes.
"Steve... don't do anything stupid..."
That voice from his memories was so clear, carrying the distinctive Brooklyn accent as it pierced through seventy years of dust and slammed into Captain America's ears.
He was the one who had reached out a hand to me on that train in the Alps...
He was the one who had smiled and handed me half a chocolate bar by the Howling Commandos' campfire...
He was the one whose scream had torn through the air as he fell off the cliff...
But now.
Those eyes, the eyes that belonged to the Winter Soldier—cold and unfamiliar.
There was nothing in them, only a deathly field of ashes. Not a trace of Bucky remained, not even a shred of humanity.
He had even killed Fury...
If Steve had been performing normally, the Winter Soldier would have been no match for him.
But the moment that familiar face appeared, it stirred up memories within him like a tidal wave.
Captain America could no longer treat him as an enemy, even if he seemed not to remember him.
In an instant, he lost all desire to fight.
With Captain America, the team's main fighter, losing his will to battle, the temporary squad collapsed at once and became prisoners under the heavy encirclement of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special forces.
After Natasha woke up at Falcon's home, the group held a brief discussion and unanimously decided they should find someone to interrogate first, to learn what exactly they were planning.
But the two of them had already become wanted fugitives. Showing themselves rashly would bring endless trouble.
Falcon stepped forward and offered to help.
Captain America's noble character