Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight Car... Those words kept ringing in his head. Digging and clawing at the very depths of his mind. Those words had become the very fabric of his weakness; for with just the utterance of those words he became a slave to any master who spoke them.

I'm with you till the end of the line...

Bucky, wake up

Wake up

Yet with any weakness , there was strength to back it up. That sentence had become strength for him. One that motivated him...one that would help him awaken... ...awaken from this slumber. He did not know how long he had been asleep: years? Decades? Perhaps even centuries...he did not know. All that he knew was that he was being awakened from his slumber.

He's coming around!...easy there!...

Voices echoed through his head as he saw blurry figures surrounding him. The Ice started melting as he slowly came to be. He knew not where he was or how long he had been in his deep slumber.

All that Bucky Barnes knew was that that he was now in an unfamiliar and dangerous world.

"Ugh!" the first words he uttered as he gasped for breath, struggling to come to his senses. He attempted his first step in what felt like an eternity ...yet it was to no avail. His body was just too weak to even move a singular muscle as it succumbed to the still frozen condition of his body...

"Whoa easy there!" a man exclaimed as he caught Bucky before his body could collide to the ground. "Hey help me out here guys" he called out to his comrades. As the man put the frozen soldier's hands over his shoulders, another man came over to aid him. They both helped him up on his feet and carried him away.

As the two men took him to an unknown destination, Barnes became the subject of many eyes as their gaze became firmly fixed on their guest. But it all didn't matter to him, for his body was just too numb from inactivity to even bother. After minutes of weakly hobbling around with help, they finally reached their destination as the two men laid him to rest on a bed.

"Who's this?" a woman asked. "Just one of the extras surprises we got from the Wakanda high commission" one of the men replied. "They didn't say much but he seemed pretty important. Besides that, he's an amputee to boot" another replied.

The woman inspected his unconscious body, looking at every minor detail she could. He certainly didn't seem like anyone from around and with just one arm, there just seemed to be an aura of mystery around him.

"Hmm, alright then. Let me see what I can do" said the woman. "Alright doc, it's your call now. Take care of him."

In all this time, the assassin simply watcheed with dull eyes as to what his situation really was. Wakanda? Handing him over? But why? Where's Steve? Or Prince T'challa for that matter ...all these thoughts were flooding through his head as he tried to process them all. He couldn't even bother to notice the woman checking up on him. His body was just too tired and no sooner said than done, he passed out.

Hours later

As Bucky's eyes began to open again, he felt his body regaining its strength again, and this time he had a clear vision of his surroundings. The room was white and pristine clean with holographic computers all around him. The place, the environment seemed all so familiar ...yet ...all the more different as well. As he lay there lamenting on these thoughts, the door opened and in came the same woman, who had a look of genuine surprise and shock .

"Hey, looks like your awake" she said while walking towards him. "Don't worry, I'm the ship's doctor, so there's nothing to be scared about. Can you get up?" she asked.

Doctor? A ship? All kinds of questions already flooded his mind again.

" Yeah" Bucky replied as he slowly got up to seated position from the bed. While firmly seated, she raised her arm as a holographic projection started appearing before it. Curious as to what new technology it was, Bucky leaned in for a closer look. He could see her dabbling and tinkering with it, like some sort of computer. It was just like how he had noticed: the world was different yet familiar at the same time.

"Huh? What? Haven't seen this before?" the doctor asked, noticing the man's curiosity at seeing her use the omnitool. "No" the assassin replied.

Suddenly, the doors opened up again as a group of men in formal uniforms appeared. Among them was an old man, who seemed like the leader of the group. "Ah! So this is the fish out of temporal waters that you've all been talking about. It is certainly an honour to meet you Mr..." the old man asked. The assassin simply looked at him with a confused expression on his face.

"Oh my! Where are my manners! I'm Doctor Nitesh Devi. I lead this team of historians and archaeologists aboard this ship, the Charon. And you must be..."

"Barnes..Bucky Barnes" he replied.

Hearing this, the old man reached out his hand, probably to extend a welcoming hand. After much reluctance Bucky returned the offer as well.

"Well it is quite a pleasure to meet you Mr Bucky Barnes. But pray, tell us, how did you end up on that cryo-pod? "

"If you want me to tell you my answers you gotta answer mine first. What year is it?" the assassin questioned coldly.

Rubbing his chin, the Dr Devi replied," Hmmm, fair enough. At the present moment, we are in the year 2178. And would you mind telling us why this concerns you?"

"Because the last time I checked, it wasn't even a new century" he answered.

"So you're implying that you've been in cryogenic sleep for more than a century? And what's your angle with Wakanda? There's gotta be a reason why they just willingly gave you up" another man spoke up.

At this moment, Bucky was now at a dilemma. Could he tell them everything? Or perhaps even a half truth. If what they say is true, then he has certainly been out for a really long time. But has the world forgiven him? Have the world leaders forgotten about him? Have the sins of his past really been dismissed forever? Did the leaders of Wakanda fail to cure him of his predicament or did they have a change of heart to hand him over to someone else's fate. All of these questions filled his mind to the brim, as for the first time in a really long time he really didn't know what to do anymore.

"W-well, perhaps there is a good reason you do not wish to discuss it with us. Is it Mr Barnes" Dr Devi interrupted.

" Uh...yeah it is" the assassin replied.

Bucky watched as these so-called archaeologist s and historians started whispering to one another.

"But doctor , how can we trust him if he's not gonna tell us anything"

"For all we know, he could be dangerous"

"If you are all fearing an amputee at this moment, I shudder to think what would happen to you all when you meet real threats" Dr Devi proclaimed. "Regardless of whom he was or what he did, his past has died away centuries ago. Isn't that right Mr Barnes"

"Umm, yeah, you can put it that way" Bucky replied as the medic continued to check up on him.

"Jolly good then! It seems like a fantastic opportunity for a fresh start for you Mr Barnes. You should be grateful that we cracked open that cryo-pod like an egg and not plan to hand you to the Citadel authorities or even the System Alliance"

The Winter Soldier simply stared at him with confusion.

"*sigh* Oh goodness gracious me, it would seem that there is a lot of catching up to do for you. Do not worry, that can be taken care of. Sadly the same cannot be said about your left arm. You see this is an archaeological ship not an-"

"No it's okay. What you've given is enough" Bucky reassured. Lacking any other options, this was the only alternative he could take. For he knew they, could be Hydra agents creating a fake simulation for him. If that would be the case then he would just kill them all...even if he had just one arm.

"Well, then that settles it. Welcome Mr Bucky Barnes." Dr Devi said as he reached out his hand again to which the assassin instinctively replied with his own handshake.

"A new world awaits."

Hello everyone, this is just something I came up with as a sort experiment for my writer's block. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know if you want more of this.