On the outskirts of New York.
The sky was a murky gray, and beside the broken road, a group of zombies with outrageous punk hairstyles staggered around aimlessly.
Even before the zombie outbreak, this country had had plenty of high young punks like them.
And now, the entire United States was high.
At that moment, beside a wrecked Jeep on the roadside.
The hundred-year-old Bucky was hiding inside with Wasp, Hope van Dyne, carefully watching the zombies outside.
"Good thing these zombies aren't intelligent. As long as we stay quiet, seal off our scent, and paint this car's windows black, they won't find us."
The hundred-year-old Bucky sighed in relief and turned to speak to Hope beside him.
He had just returned from recuperating in Wakanda and was getting ready to help Hydra take out S.H.I.E.L.D., only to discover that the zombie crisis had already wiped S.H.I.E.L.D. out.
Of course, 99% of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s personnel were undercover Hydra agents. With S.H.I.E.L.D. destroyed, Hydra was naturally gone too.
Those two organizations really were a pair of star-crossed lovers.
Wasp picked up the plastic bag on the seat beside her. It held their remaining supplies: just a few bottles of purified water and a few packs of compressed biscuits.
Her expression darkened slightly when she saw how little remained.
"The food and water we have left will only last us three days. We need to hurry and find supplies before then."
She wore a specially made Batsuit that made her look like a hornet, but it incorporated Pym Technologies tech. Besides letting her fly freely, it also allowed her to grow and shrink.
Bucky nodded at her words, raising his right hand, made of vibranium, to rub his chin as he thought carefully.
Actually... he was still utterly bewildered.
The last time he