#immortalos

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The air was dense with fog  on an  unusually warm  Russian night, making it a challenge to see any more than a few yards away. Typical, Bucky thought, that the night he and Natalia            Natasha, Natasha -- go to visit their old friend,  it has to be foggy. Typical and laughably cliche. But, on the bright side, it made for a slightly easier escape should things go awry.

Only slightly.

Glancing at his  partner to the side,  Bucky pulled  his hood up and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his  sweatshirt.  Uniforms would make them stand out too easily. They wore only casual clothing for this mission, in the hopes of being able to get in, get the information out of their unfortunate victim, and get out without being suspected. If all went to plan, they should be able to get the information and get out without a hitch. And if not        well, there was a reason they had guns and knives tucked up their sleeves.

Their destination was an apartment complex just outside of Moscow. Taking residence there was an old doctor they both knew -- an expert in the field of mental implants and brainwashing. The man would be in his eighties  or nineties  by now,  but Bucky  had little  doubt he would remember them.  More  importantly,  he  would  remember what  he'd done to them.

And how to reverse it.

     ( And there was something else -- something he needed, that he'd      neglected to mention to Natasha.  Something personal that'd been      taken from him years ago. )

As the building came into view through the fog, his lips pulled upward into a wicked grin, and his blue eyes flicked towards her once more.

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