<div class="floatleft">(https://49.media.tumblr.com/d82b4a05eeb5c2d4805050176308ed93/tumblr_o3s8q2kTbs1sc0ffqo5_500.gif)</div>Sparks flew from the metal on metal as James slid down the piping in the walls, his flesh arm holding Karina as close to him as he could to protect her from the wayward flames. Confusion hadn't settled yet, and was in fact only growing worse as they neared further from the place of his imprisonment. The flashes in his mind, visions of a life he didn't know mingling in with death and destruction. Death and destruction that had been wrought by his own hand. What had happened, who was he really? where was he? For Hydra, these questions and concerns were a red coded emergency of the highest level. sooner than he realized, though, the ground floor began to quickly approach; a fact he only noticed from the neurodes that flared from deep within the chrome of his arm.<br/><br/>James barely managed to draw himself from the fog of memories in time to stop their descent with his feet. Normally, he'd have just swung without a stop, using the momentum to smash through their exit. The distraction had caused the slip and that slip had cost them precious time,, he knew, so he worked to position himself correctly to finish it. A minor shift in his weight caused the pair to swing, and as they swung toward the wall he let go of the piping and sent them through the wall with his chrome arm at the lead.<br/><br/>Concrete and plaster broke free to make way for them, and soon the light of a restroom greeted the pair.  James released Karina as stares came their way, but he simply stared back as he attempted to catch his bearings. The stare apparently worked, for the two rushed away in an amusing way, it was then that he took his attention back to Karina, only to see her backing up in what he perceived as fear. More confusion surfaced on his features as he shook his head.<strong>Come on, we don't have much more time."</strong>He urged from her, this time in a surprising english. Even he didn't realise the change in his demeanor yet, but unfortunately he wouldn't have the chance to really catch it. Guards were at every floor of this secured building, and their exit hadn't exactly been been quiet.<br/><br/>The unfortunate reality of that became apparent as a rush of movement sounded from  their rear. James  turned in that instant, seeing two guards rush inside only to stop in shock at the doorway. He positioned himself between them and Karina as he eyes the firearms they were already drawing. Too bad for them they were within twenty one feet, a rule provided for any normal man when firing on an armed attacker. Doubly sad for them, he was no normal man. His hand reached back to grab hold of Karina's while they shouted warnings not to move, and then he burst into motion, bringing the chrome of his arm up in defense of any bullets that might fire before he managed to clear the distance.<br/><br/>There was only one that discharged, and James made a growl as it dented off his arm just before he closed distance. With one hand still gripping Karina's wrist, Bucky used his right leg to sweep the one who'd yet to discharge out from under his feet at the instep. Another shot fired into the air as the man was upended, and following it the chrome steel of his mechanical limb just lashed out at the second, catching him in the chest. The impact sent the poor sap flying before he dashed from the restroom. It hadn't occurred him that dragging Karina along must have been scaring the daylights from her, not yet. Probably because he'd sensed danger from everyone and everything but her thus far, which his mind had marked as he being in danger as well.<br/><br/>The hallway was less obstructed outside, and James had thought that spelled good things for their escape. Little did he know, the security measures were better than that. As he rounded one of the corners with Karina, a blockade of more men stood in their path. Just as they could reach the door. At their head was a tall, pale figure that stepped forward.<strong>"SPUTNIK!"</strong>The man called called outloud, and though a growl escaped the lips of The Soldier, the hardware in his brain sparked at the word; and soon the distant look returned to his eyes.<br/><br/>The hand that held onto Karina let loose, and standing there, James remained as motionless as a statue.. A shutdown command, one that had been first instilled in him by the soviets. "Are you injured?" The pale man asked Karina at that point as he continued to move forward, and behind him one of her bosses came up at a fast pace. "No, no Mr. Vonns. She appears to alright, if shooken up.... Thank you for your assistance." He Thanked the man before looking at Karina. "What on earth happened?" He asked then as men came to place locks on the soldier and lead his now passive form away.