stands with his arms crossed, staring at the frost-covered pod No records. No tags. Just… her.

leans against a console, his metal arm gleaming under the lab lights They swept the base clean. Files, drives, everything. But they left the chamber powered. Why?

taps a tablet, her expression unreadable Because she wasn’t a priority. Or because she was the ultimate contingency. Hydra doesn’t do charity.

walks in, a holographic schematic hovering over his forearm Alright, let’s run the final diagnostics. The vitals are… weirdly stable. Like she’s just sleeping. Not a scratch on her, according to the scans.

pushes off the console, his brow furrowed I’ve seen that face before.

glances at Bucky You too?

Yeah. Can’t place it. But it’s there. Like a song you’ve heard once.

Well, unless one of you geriatrics wants to start flipping through your old yearbooks, we’ve got a decision to make. Thaw protocol is green. She could wake up calm, confused, or combative. Place your bets.