There's a saying - the more things change, the more they stay the same. America didn't exactly hold up to that adage, but Europe sure as hell did. The landscape of the countryside is different, but there are still places that don't get cell service, or have any vehicles made after 1970. But there's some gaps, too. Little places that were blitzed right off the map, that never were rebuilt after the War.
Every once in a while, there's a memorial. At Oradour-sur-Glane. Kursk. But there's one place he knows he won't find anything, and that's a bare stretch of land between Kitzbühel and Klagenfurt. In 1943, it was a few dozen miles behind enemy lines. Schmidt's original facility. The birthplace of the Winter Soldier. Zola did something to Bucky here, because without it he never would have survived that fall in the Alps. There's not much left of it. A pile of old rubble, and a few half-hearted attempts at clearing it away. The effort was abandoned after the war, but Steve is nothing if not determined. He spends a week clearing rocks and wreckage, looking for a way in. Some gizmo of Natasha's tells him there's an open space about fifteen feet straight down through solid rock, all he's gotta do is get there.
The work's strenuous, but the strain barely registers. He doesn't think about much, just lets his body work, and his mind mimic still water. He's thinking about baseball, of all things, when he hears something in the distance. It's barely within the realm of his hearing, some sort of engine? Arc reactor. His first thought isn't Stark, it's enemy, and he grabs his shield and turns to face the noise. No point hiding.
In so many ways, this was not the plan. If Tony Stark is going to do Germany, it's wineries on the Rhine or that restored castle in Bavaria with a view of the Alps he'll be too busy leering at Pepper to care about. Instead, Pepper's back in New York dealing with the employment of what few worthwhile remnants of SHIELD are left, and Tony's hunting down ghosts without a decent brewery in sight. One of those moments where being a superhero is damn inconvenient.
The exact ghost he's after, well. He's back and forth on that.
His new suit glinting, Tony dives toward solid ground and lands with earth-cracking velocity. That's right, he's goddamn Iron Man.
Standing and flipping his faceplate up, Tony regards Cap with his customary shit-eating grin. No way he's going to showcase his irritation that Captain Analog beat him and all his fancy tech at getting here.
"I love what you've done with the place. Reminds me of a little place on the Potomac I used to know..."
He's not irritated that Cap blew town after the Triskellion thing, but just, you know, pointing it out.
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Date: 2014-04-26 01:58 am (UTC)Every once in a while, there's a memorial. At Oradour-sur-Glane. Kursk. But there's one place he knows he won't find anything, and that's a bare stretch of land between Kitzbühel and Klagenfurt. In 1943, it was a few dozen miles behind enemy lines. Schmidt's original facility. The birthplace of the Winter Soldier. Zola did something to Bucky here, because without it he never would have survived that fall in the Alps. There's not much left of it. A pile of old rubble, and a few half-hearted attempts at clearing it away. The effort was abandoned after the war, but Steve is nothing if not determined. He spends a week clearing rocks and wreckage, looking for a way in. Some gizmo of Natasha's tells him there's an open space about fifteen feet straight down through solid rock, all he's gotta do is get there.
The work's strenuous, but the strain barely registers. He doesn't think about much, just lets his body work, and his mind mimic still water. He's thinking about baseball, of all things, when he hears something in the distance. It's barely within the realm of his hearing, some sort of engine? Arc reactor. His first thought isn't Stark, it's enemy, and he grabs his shield and turns to face the noise. No point hiding.
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Date: 2014-05-01 10:42 pm (UTC)The exact ghost he's after, well. He's back and forth on that.
His new suit glinting, Tony dives toward solid ground and lands with earth-cracking velocity. That's right, he's goddamn Iron Man.
Standing and flipping his faceplate up, Tony regards Cap with his customary shit-eating grin. No way he's going to showcase his irritation that Captain Analog beat him and all his fancy tech at getting here.
"I love what you've done with the place. Reminds me of a little place on the Potomac I used to know..."
He's not irritated that Cap blew town after the Triskellion thing, but just, you know, pointing it out.