<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/rsIn0GX.jpg?1)</div>Perhaps the strangest thing about Cryo-Sleep was the fact that your brain didn't  fully shut down. Or at-least's the Soldier's brain didn't, as the two tiny nodes implanted therein pulsed with electricity, not allowing for such luxury. So there he was, stuck shifting between a dream of partial clarity and the pitch black of unconsciousness. He didn't know if the scientist were  aware of exactly what happened when he went under or not, and frankly it was only in these small spaces between consciousness that he even wondered about it.<br/><br/>Those gaps of the personality beneath the scar tissue were meaningless, though. Soon that door would open, the process would begin, he'd be briefed and everything else would just slide into the background. It was who he was and the only thing he had aside from the subtle flashes of a life he didn't  remember. A life he wasn't even sure he actually lived. Yet something different was  beginning to happen this time, something that had his mind more then just drifting to consciousness.<br/><br/>At first  he just felt numb, with his eyes frosted over in a shut glaze. He could not see, he couldn't  move; he could only think. It was confusing, especially for someone who's conditioning ensured that they woke up from cryo-sleep in a state of disarray to begin with. It took some time after that before he felt  sound come to his ears  in a swoosh of  liquid, only to be replaced by what sounded like an alarm. An emergency protocol? It had to have been, yet his confused mind could find no objective at the forefront. No mission.....<br/><br/>For the very first time, The Soldier could not comply.<br/><br/>The sudden realization spurred his eyelids to move again, forcing through the cold as they opened. The doctor  outside the glass, while familiar to him, had  jumped back in fright. Confusion filled him again for a moment before his eyes caught the form turn to the computer and begin typing in commands. He had just enough wits about him to memorize the key sequence. Just a simple piece of his S.E.R.E training that rose to the surface in situations like these, but this time was different. He had no leash.<br/><br/>The familiar hiss of the opening chamber filled the room thereafter, and he could feel the remaining frost fade from his skin as the wispy vapors began to billow out into the room proper. It was more by relfex that The Winter Soldier stepped from inside the chamber, something that came clear as the confusion began to settle onto him more. He almost seemed like he was waiting for something, his eyes even searching for it. That is, until the woman's voice finally came through.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JR6zvBX.gif)</div>The Soldier finally made eye contact with the unknown female then, his head tilting slightly as subtle memories began to plague him. Not memories of speaking with her, but more a sense of knowing. A sense that she'd been around him far more then she should have been. Had he been more lucid, he'd have realized it was due to the cryo-sleep error with his nodes, but he wasn't. So another sort of logic and training took over altogether as his hand lifted to his face, removing the partial mask that they used to conceal him.<br/><br/><strong><acronym title="What's my designation?">"Chto moye naznacheniye?"</acronym></strong>He asked fluently in the mother language, but that confusion from before lingered on his face. It wasn't just because of the startle either, it was also  the introduction. Something was wrong. Now what that might have been was quickly washed  away by the strange flood of something rising in his chest. Another malfunction he didn't normally encounter.<br/><br/>The Monitor still attached to his robotic arm began to beep faster then, detecting through his arm's sensor array that there had been a spike in heart rate. Hearing the proof of his rising panic caused The Soldier's eyes to narrow then as he took a step away before The Doctor could answer his question. Something was definitely wrong,  he knew, because he was feeling things his mind hadn't in decades.