This is the trajectory of my life, every time things are finally stable, finally good...Something sudden happened to wreck it all. And then I learn to live with that, and after awhile...worse-off becomes the new normal. And then it starts all over again. I didn't try to explain that to Steve the last time I saw him...he wouldn't have understand.
Nothing we can do, for now. Nothing legal, at least. Apparently they held your trial years ago.
Yeah, I read that. For some crime I supposedly committed in the 80s'?
They say you killed some people...not under orders. Russian citizens.
Yeah, I have no memory of that. Wonder if I was trying to escape.
This is just temporary. And I've been giving assurances you will be treated humanely.
Listen to me, Bucky. I don't care what I have to do. I will fix this.
Steve will keep fighting, he may even win...I hope so. But there's a part of me that already giving up. I was just about to get most of my life back...and suddenly I'm dragged back into my own personal nightmare. Because this is the trajectory of my life.
...Been informed of the arrangement made with the United States for your transfer of custody. Not that we were planning to for torture you, anyway. But the Avengers will send an envoy regularly to access your treatment. A waste of effort, I assure you, Winter Soldier...Because we have many traitors here. Here, you are not special.
Can I go to my cell now? Warden?
Just one thing, the dealthat was made? If you even attempt to escape, it's invalidated. And if you succeed, you will be a fugitive not just from Russia, but from your own country as well. You understand?
Between the lines, I heard what he's really saying. Get used to it, because you aren't going anywhere. Just like all the other old soldiers in this Gulag, worn down, empty. I look around this hellhole and I think, I really don't want this to become my new normal.
Some of the prisoners, theway they look at me, I can't tell if it's hatred or fear...or both at the same time. But at least they leave me alone, I wonder how long that will last. It turns out, not long at all.
So...the rumor is true. The Winter Soldier has hardly aged in fifty years. But long life is not a gift, eh, comrade? No, long life is a curse. As you now see.
Sorry, am I supposed to now you?
What? You don't even...
Okay...fine...Let's go, you son of a --
Now, now, don't be hasty.The guards are watching you. We wouldn't want to cause an incident, would we? There'll be plenty of time for that later...
Fighting already? This is very bad behavior, Barnes. Do you want to end up here, in solitary confinement?
I didn't fight anymore, just got hit.
How will that look when IronMan or Miss Marvel arrive to visit?
That old men knew me...
My memory's a bit spotty,warden.
His name is Yuri Potrovich...And a long time ago, he was --
The Crimson Dynamo.
Ah...so you do remember?
Yuri Potrovich, talk about aname from the past. Yuri was the fourth man to wear the Crimson Dynamo Armor. And his early life was just as twisted as what the Soviets did to me...Lies, indoctrination, mind-altering drugs, the whole deal. Yuri should have beentheir perfect armored agent...But instead he turned against his handlers. And even lost his mind for a while, from what I was told. I came into it during his trial, when Yuri managed to escape, using a Crimson Dynamo Armor Prototype he's pre-programmed to break him out. Like I said, my memory is spotty at best...So I don't recall all the details. But I remember stopping him from fleeing the country. And I remember him being sentenced to a life term in a work camp. So I'm not surprised when some guards come get me that first night and bring me to Yuri。
You see now that I run this prison?
Does the warden know?
Heh...you like to joke. But joking is not we do for fun around here, and everyone knows this.
So what do you do for fun?
That, you are about to findout, Winter Soldier. You remember me now?
I'm not the only one in here who hates you, just the only one who can do something about it.
I'm not afraid of you or your men.
No...of course not...and that fearlessness that I count on. See, I know about your deal...about your friends in bright costumes watching out for you. The warden tells me of this...and then he says: "But who can complain if he dies in a fight with another prisoner?"
Take him to the arena, Boys. "……and let's see how long it takes to kill him."
典狱长口中的 "另一个犯人" 是一头 "巨熊" 。Bucky被扔到场中和它搏斗，其他的犯人站在高处不断为巨熊叫好："揍他！" "把他的脑袋揪下来！"
So, I'm guessing your meeting with the President didn't go very well...Since you only break out the old newsreels when you're depressed.
I hated that that they made me pose like that, could've stopping another squad of Germans while they frame the shot.
Are you avoiding the question , Steve?
Yes...I am. He says our hands are tied...The Russians won't even negotiate for Bucky's release. Not at this juncture, at least. And he asked me to consider taking up the Shield again.
What did you say?
Nothing. I just feel helpless, Sharon. My ex-partner's probably rotten in some Gulag……All I want to do is fly over and break him out...but I can't...Thanks to my position,anything I do could spark an international incident, a political nightmare of global proportions. Apparently they're going to try more diplomatic channels...
It's going to take time...But Bucky can take care of himself.
I know...I just never thought I'd miss the war, but at least back then I didn't have to deal with red tape.
No, then it just had to deal with the Red Skull. But I'd take a battle with that lunatic over diplomatic roadblocks any day of the week. And maybe that sounds strange, or wrong...but at least those were enemies I could hit, and I knew for sure who was on my side.
Hard to believe now that those were actually simpler times. And hard to believe I'm not sure I want to wear that uniform and carry that shield again.
But then, there's the thing I didn't say to Sharon...That I never wanted to be Captain America. I was just supposed to be a soldier. The first of a whole platoon of me. But after Professor Erskine was killed, and I was the only one of my kind...I did what my country asked of me. I became a symbol first, and then a soldier.
That symbol was a burden I never planned to carry once the war was won. But I wasn't there to see that day. Instead I woke up a new world, surrounded by other people in masks and found I was still needed.
And being America's symbol had made me a better man. So even though the burden consumed my life and nearly cost me everything, I carried it willingly. I've rarely tried to find a life outside those stars and stripes.
But since I came back...I haven't wanted them. Partly because of things I see coming, partly because I saw the burden making Bucky a better man, too. But partly because I never wanted to be Captain America...
So what are you going to do?
I'm not sure...you are the professor,Wally...Does there need to be a Captain America? Can't I just do as much good out of the spotlight?
I've owned you my life since 1944, and I'm too dawn old to lie to you. Symbols are important to his country, maybe more than they should be...But people are scared now, more than they're been since we were kids. So it strikes me this is exactly the time we could use a Captain America. Someone who'll rise above the noise and politics,and let them know there's someone on their side. But you might want to take that with a grain of the salt, because I'm a big fan.
Wally doesn't understand, really, he can't.
Private Wally Young, Bravo Company -- one of two survivors from his platoon. Wally thinks it's a miracle Bucky and I showed up when we did. But all I think is, if we'd gotten there sooner, we might have saved them all.
I know Wally's right. I know I'm needed. But after this long out of the uniform, I'm just not sure I can do it again.
So what are you going to do, Rogers? What are you going to do?