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He stumbles out of the base, his flesh arm hanging limp next to him. For the second time, it's been dislocated. This time by being hit by a door.

Behind him, explosions reduce the base to rubble. He's not going to look back. He's not. This was another base that fell to a mysterious force, and he planned for it to stay that way. His metal arm fumbles at his belt, putting a couple of thumb drives into his pockets. He got the information out, and will be taking that to his contact to drop it off.

Bucky starts running, able to feel his body protesting the movement. Still, whatever Zola infected him with did its job and kept him moving. the pain in his shoulder dulled. He's sure there's other wounds on his body, but he's ignoring them for now. They can be handled later.

His internal timer counts down and he stumbles behind a tree just as the main bombs go off in the base behind him. Something stings on his bad shoulder and something else pings off his metal arm. Panting, he puts his forehead to his upraised knees. This is a lot harder than he thought it would be.

Hearing a twig snap, he jumps to his feet, prepared to fight again.