PSL - Soldat and Crowley post-Beacon

[worthallthis]

This is not Beacon.

This is also not the nothingness they'd half-hoped for.

This is... not anywhere Soldat actually recognizes. There's snow and trees and wind. It's cold and kind of wet. They hear-- what is that.

A. Train? Disappearing in the distance? Along a high track in a mountain ravine?

Soldat sits up abruptly, looking around wildly, trying to take stock. Still got the metal arm. Still not quite a whole person (close, though). Still got the tac vest and a whole lot of knives. They are not actually one Bucky Barnes the instant he fell from the train, even if it looks very much like that ravine, and that sounded very much like that train.

Unless there's another Bucky Barnes somewhere around here, which is sadly possible.

There is also... a Crowley sprawled in the snow, over there. Which is definitely not someone who's supposed to be here. They pick themselves up and scramble to his side.

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[worthallthis]

"If I'm right about where we are, I know exactly where Steve is," Soldat says, though they sound a little uncertain. They haul Crowley back to his feet, and let his hand go once he's up. "I think this is where I first got captured. Back in the 40s. Or close to it."

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley looks around, as if the angel will suddenly appear. He didn't get this wrong, did he? He didn't miss grabbing Aziraphale, did he? He tries to feel for his stupid good presence, but he can't feel it, he doesn't know where it is. Where is Aziraphale?

"Right, we---we should go there. You should go there. He'd want you there."

[worthallthis]

"I'm not going anywhere without you," Soldat says firmly. That much, they can say for certain. Crowley goes nowhere alone. There are goddamn Nazis around here, and Russians, and possibly a half-dead Bucky Barnes somewhere, waiting to get collected and tortured. "We stick together. Okay?"