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JK: hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

“dude, dude, look. wait, look. same hands, dude!”

Walking out of the elevator Dru looked around in amazement at the nearly stark white room. I looked like something out of a futuristic hospital scene. “Ms. Mason.” a calm clear voice with an unrecognizable accent drew her attention to a tall man with a tight lipped smile. “I am T’Challa... king of Wakanda.” he introduced himself.

“King...” she mumbled in awe. “Very pleased to meet you. I’m...” she cleared her throat trying to regain control of her nerves. “I’m Dru but... seeing as how you’re the one that brought me here I think you already know that.”

“Indeed.” his smile slipped a fraction of an inch higher. “I’m in need of you help Ms. Mason. Something only you can assistant me with.”

“You mean you need my powers.” she corrected him. “You seem perfectly fine from my senses. Completely in control, no fluctuating emotions or lapses in thought patterns.” she tilted her head slightly as she let her senses take in the kings entire consciousness. Then she felt a sharp sting in her mind as he snapped the barrier shut with a soft chuckle. 

“Not me Ms. Mason.” he began to walk and she followed. Stopping in front of what looked to be a chryo-tube containing a man he turned to her again. “This is a... friend. He’s had his mind scrambled and reconfigured more times than anyone can say.” he said clasping his hands behind his back and standing taller. “I need you to help him regain the memories he’s lost. I hope it will help him become the man he once was.” Standing on her tip toes Dru looked in on the face of the man. Straining to see past the thin layer of frost she squinted, pushing her mind to try and sense the type of person that laid within. A flash assaulted her mind, a brief glimpse of the sleepers past and she gasped falling back to her feet.

“That’s... that’s the Winter Soldier.” she said in shock. T’Challa’s smile finally spread wide enough to show a thin line of bright white teeth.

“Wake him up please.” he said to a man sitting at a control table.