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When Bucky first opened his eyes, there was a mixture of emotions - hopeful that something could be done about the programming, worried that there was something much greater that required him to be woken up, confused and disoriented as a matter of course - but it soon solidified into one over-arching feel - caution. It was obvious within a matter of minutes that his waking was not planned by anyone, in fact judging by his surroundings he was lucky to have woken at all.

The place was deserted, for a start, and it looked like it had been for a least a few months if not longer, dust had gathered on the pristine surfaces and trailing plants brushed against the window, plants he was quite sure would never have been allowed to grow so long if the place was being properly maintained. It was dim, early evening by his estimation, judging on the light coming in from the bank of windows opposite him, the setting sun was the only source of light in the room - all the electronics appeared to have failed. That, he surmised, was what had woken him up, and given that there were several failsafes in place to keep him stable, they must have also powered down. He was lucky he'd woken up at all.

Further investigation of the complex revealed it was completely empty, there were files and personal items scattered all over the place, making it look as though everybody had just gone home for the day - which they maybe had done, it just looked like they'd done it several months ago and never come back. Clearly something major had happened that left people with other priorities than work and nobody had returned. He hunted around for some essentials, managed to get some supplies and some food that he hoped was still good (he couldn't find anything that told him what date it was, though he guessed based on the technology around him that he wasn't too far into the future from when he'd gone to sleep) and even found a pack to put them all in and some spare clothes that seemed suited to the jungle outside. There was no point hanging around here, after all.

There was one goal he had in mind, whatever had happened, he had to find Steve.

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That had been two months ago, and since then he'd learnt a bit more about the scale of what had happened, the global catastrophe that had decimated the world's population and destroyed huge swathes of the world's technology and infrastructure. Everything had changed, but this wouldn't be the first time he'd had to get used to a whole new world. Mass communication was back to a level that made finding one person in the whole world a lot harder, but he'd managed to catch a ride on a boat across to America, which was a start.

He'd made it all the way to where the Avengers' base had been, only to find it long since abandoned - before or after the disaster, he didn't know, but the important part was that Steve wasn't there.

Which brought him to today, taking advantage of the warm weather to sit on the docks near the dilapidated apartment in Brooklyn he'd claimed as his base while he was here, sitting with a map of the world and trying to work out how best to travel it in his search.