“Just one more time for clarification,” Bucky said, turning to face Steve as the jet moved them closer to their target. “This anti-serum or whatever it is, is supposed to suppress the mutant gene in mutants but also possibly de-serum you and or me?”
Steve lifted his head from where he was fastening his utility belt and gave a nod. “Yes. That's what the rumours are. Better to be safe than sorry and not let them test it out and turn those rumours into facts,” Steve said, lifting his shield and securing it against the magnets on his forearm.
“I get that, but why send us? I mean if it does work and they prove it with us? Well then you'll just be useless. You're clothes will weigh more than you do,” he said and shrugged a shoulder at the chafed look he received. “It's the truth. Before you got serumized you were 80 pounds soaking weight. If they hit you I'll have to carry your puny ass around again,” he pointed a single metal digit towards the other man to enforce his point.
“I was 92 pounds. Dry,” he reminded his old friend as the ramp lowered and both moved towards the open night sky. “And you never had to carry me anywhere,” Steve stated but couldn't help the small smile on his lips from the friendly banter. “Don't deploy your chute ti...”
“Yeah, I know,” Bucky interrupted before stepping off the end of the ramp and plummeting into the darkness.
“And serumized isn't a word!” Steve called following close behind.
**
Logan paused in his footsteps as he turned his head and sniffed, holding his hand for the rest of the X-Men to pause as he frowned. “Smells like righteous patriotism,” he spoke louder than warranted for a team sneaking into a secret base.
“What are you...” Storm cut off when she saw Captain America and the Winter Soldier turn around a corner, neither looking ready for a fight in that moment, obviously having heard Logan's comment.
“Giving up the flashy red, white and blue for navy?” Logan asked, stance becoming relaxed as the two approached.
“The usual outfit doesn't do well for night missions and getting around unnoticed,” he clarified. His ability at handling Tony Stark having assisted him with dealing with Wolverine since the X-Men and Avengers interests had begun coinciding.
“Might as well go ahead together then. Assuming you're here for the new shit they're loading their guns with?” Logan asked, his gaze flicking between the two.
Bucky nodded his head. “We are. Haven't they tried this before? It was in the news they were promoting it for mutants to go and get... non-mutantized?”
“Again Buck, you can't just add 'ized' on the end of everything and it's a word,” Steve sighed, glancing to the other Avenger.
“I'm alive in the 21st century. I can do what I want Stevie. So what's the plan exactly?”
“Hydra hasn't been active in the role of neutralizing mutant powers. So far as we've been able to gather this is the only location of the medication they've been developing. And the other stuff they marketed was not permanent. Many mutants experienced their powers returning within the first year,” Storm explained. “We have a few members of our team scouting ahead.”
Steve was about to open his mouth when an alarm sounded. “Our people went to the main power room and the labs. “I'll go for the power room, you take the labs,” Steve said to Bucky and, having memorized the layouts knew which hallway to make. Bucky in turn, knew which direction to go to find the labs.
Bucky heard a few of the X-Men behind him as he moved quickly through the halls, the thick rubber soles of his tactical boots keeping him relatively silent. “Got one of yours on the floor,” he said after turning a corner and unholstered a weapon as he stepped forward then knelt down and pressed two fingers to the woman's neck. “She's got a pulse,” he said quietly, pulling his fingers away as Storm came up to the unconscious woman.
“It's Loa, Rogue was with her,” she said quietly and glanced further down the hallway. “They must have run into a few of the guards.” Storm pulled a tranquilizer dart from Loa's hip and glanced up at Bucky.
“Get her back to the plane, I'll find the rest of your team,” Bucky said and began to walk forward.
“It's just Rogue ahead, she'll be heading for the labs to finish what we came here to do,” Storm said, nodding for the others who'd come with them to help get Loa out of there.
The labs were still a few corridors away, Bucky moved quickly but quietly, finger on the trigger. He heard a few of the guards talking rather loudly on their radios and stepped up to the door they were behind, searching through one of the labs. He reached back into his tactical belt and pulled a silencer out and screwed the extended barrel onto the end of the gun. Standing silent a few more moments he opened the door and stepped forward. Within the first few seconds he'd noticed the Hydra patches on their uniforms and fired two bullets.
The main difference between himself and Steve, Steve tended to leave a trail of unconscious bodies while Bucky left a trail of bodies.
“Alright then Rogue,” he said as he turned from the room. “Where are you?” He asked to himself as he walked though the hall to the next set of swinging doors leading into a lab. “Rogue?” He asked, poking his head in to make sure not enough of his body was exposed for an attack from the mutant who wouldn't know who he was.
Steve lifted his head from where he was fastening his utility belt and gave a nod. “Yes. That's what the rumours are. Better to be safe than sorry and not let them test it out and turn those rumours into facts,” Steve said, lifting his shield and securing it against the magnets on his forearm.
“I get that, but why send us? I mean if it does work and they prove it with us? Well then you'll just be useless. You're clothes will weigh more than you do,” he said and shrugged a shoulder at the chafed look he received. “It's the truth. Before you got serumized you were 80 pounds soaking weight. If they hit you I'll have to carry your puny ass around again,” he pointed a single metal digit towards the other man to enforce his point.
“I was 92 pounds. Dry,” he reminded his old friend as the ramp lowered and both moved towards the open night sky. “And you never had to carry me anywhere,” Steve stated but couldn't help the small smile on his lips from the friendly banter. “Don't deploy your chute ti...”
“Yeah, I know,” Bucky interrupted before stepping off the end of the ramp and plummeting into the darkness.
“And serumized isn't a word!” Steve called following close behind.
**
Logan paused in his footsteps as he turned his head and sniffed, holding his hand for the rest of the X-Men to pause as he frowned. “Smells like righteous patriotism,” he spoke louder than warranted for a team sneaking into a secret base.
“What are you...” Storm cut off when she saw Captain America and the Winter Soldier turn around a corner, neither looking ready for a fight in that moment, obviously having heard Logan's comment.
“Giving up the flashy red, white and blue for navy?” Logan asked, stance becoming relaxed as the two approached.
“The usual outfit doesn't do well for night missions and getting around unnoticed,” he clarified. His ability at handling Tony Stark having assisted him with dealing with Wolverine since the X-Men and Avengers interests had begun coinciding.
“Might as well go ahead together then. Assuming you're here for the new shit they're loading their guns with?” Logan asked, his gaze flicking between the two.
Bucky nodded his head. “We are. Haven't they tried this before? It was in the news they were promoting it for mutants to go and get... non-mutantized?”
“Again Buck, you can't just add 'ized' on the end of everything and it's a word,” Steve sighed, glancing to the other Avenger.
“I'm alive in the 21st century. I can do what I want Stevie. So what's the plan exactly?”
“Hydra hasn't been active in the role of neutralizing mutant powers. So far as we've been able to gather this is the only location of the medication they've been developing. And the other stuff they marketed was not permanent. Many mutants experienced their powers returning within the first year,” Storm explained. “We have a few members of our team scouting ahead.”
Steve was about to open his mouth when an alarm sounded. “Our people went to the main power room and the labs. “I'll go for the power room, you take the labs,” Steve said to Bucky and, having memorized the layouts knew which hallway to make. Bucky in turn, knew which direction to go to find the labs.
Bucky heard a few of the X-Men behind him as he moved quickly through the halls, the thick rubber soles of his tactical boots keeping him relatively silent. “Got one of yours on the floor,” he said after turning a corner and unholstered a weapon as he stepped forward then knelt down and pressed two fingers to the woman's neck. “She's got a pulse,” he said quietly, pulling his fingers away as Storm came up to the unconscious woman.
“It's Loa, Rogue was with her,” she said quietly and glanced further down the hallway. “They must have run into a few of the guards.” Storm pulled a tranquilizer dart from Loa's hip and glanced up at Bucky.
“Get her back to the plane, I'll find the rest of your team,” Bucky said and began to walk forward.
“It's just Rogue ahead, she'll be heading for the labs to finish what we came here to do,” Storm said, nodding for the others who'd come with them to help get Loa out of there.
The labs were still a few corridors away, Bucky moved quickly but quietly, finger on the trigger. He heard a few of the guards talking rather loudly on their radios and stepped up to the door they were behind, searching through one of the labs. He reached back into his tactical belt and pulled a silencer out and screwed the extended barrel onto the end of the gun. Standing silent a few more moments he opened the door and stepped forward. Within the first few seconds he'd noticed the Hydra patches on their uniforms and fired two bullets.
The main difference between himself and Steve, Steve tended to leave a trail of unconscious bodies while Bucky left a trail of bodies.
“Alright then Rogue,” he said as he turned from the room. “Where are you?” He asked to himself as he walked though the hall to the next set of swinging doors leading into a lab. “Rogue?” He asked, poking his head in to make sure not enough of his body was exposed for an attack from the mutant who wouldn't know who he was.