[ It feels like falling asleep. This isn’t his first time jacking in, but this time more than most, after a long day’s battle in the Real, as he leans back into the headrest and steps out into unfamiliar territory to face an oncoming horde with no more nuanced objective than get through them, it feels like going under. Meeting action with reaction, letting instinct guide hand and knife and gun without thought to consequence. Easy as breathing.
As the screaming, scuffling mass of reanimated corpses closes in around the Winter Soldier, an arc of submachine gun fire cuts them down like wheat. Shrieks spike and soften to moans under the whrrr-crunch of metal fingers ripping robotics from organics, spinning rotten flesh spatters up to his elbows, dripping brown and bioluminescent blue from leather gloves and shifting steel plates. Freed metal bones slam into bodies, fling dry and scraping to the floor in growing heaps to be crushed under boot-heel as he pushes right on through.
In the distance, though, beyond the Winter Soldier’s discreet circle of carnage, a long groan sounds as a bulbous blue mass lumbers forth from the crowd. An electric glow flares to life.
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As the screaming, scuffling mass of reanimated corpses closes in around the Winter Soldier, an arc of submachine gun fire cuts them down like wheat. Shrieks spike and soften to moans under the whrrr-crunch of metal fingers ripping robotics from organics, spinning rotten flesh spatters up to his elbows, dripping brown and bioluminescent blue from leather gloves and shifting steel plates. Freed metal bones slam into bodies, fling dry and scraping to the floor in growing heaps to be crushed under boot-heel as he pushes right on through.
In the distance, though, beyond the Winter Soldier’s discreet circle of carnage, a long groan sounds as a bulbous blue mass lumbers forth from the crowd. An electric glow flares to life.
That can’t be good. ]