I’ve been working on turning it into it’s own separate story - and because I’m feeling generous today (or something), here’s a snippet:
While in Howard’s bumpy little plane that was heading over enemy territory, Steve dreamed.
He dreamed of the flock of crows his Ma used to feed, even though the neighbors complained about them. She had always murmured things in Gaelic to the crows, and Steve swore that they listened and talked back. His favorite had been a small crow who always tried to steal his pencils from him when he was drawing at the windowsill.
In his dream, he was back in his Ma’s apartment, and the crows were on the windowsill, watching him. Muttering under his breath, he found himself repeating what his Ma used to say - he knew the words by heart, though not what they meant. He was trying to sketch Bucky’s face, and that one sneaky crow came in through the windows and stole his pencil. Frustrated, Steve chased the crow throughout the apartment and eventually dove out the front door, still chasing it.
In his dream, he and the crow landed in a dark, fog-shrouded forest. The crow jumped up on his shoulder and nibbled on his ear, trying to get Steve’s attention. When Steve batted at it, the crow jumped to the ground and suddenly….grew.
The crow shifted until it was in the form of an armor-clad woman with giant crow’s wings. Silently, she crooked a finger at Steve, motioning for him to follow.
In his dream, he followed the crow-woman through the forests. Every so often, she would claw at a tree, leaving scratches that looked almost like writing. Every time, she would look back over her shoulder at Steve, as if to make sure he was paying attention.
Eventually, they reached the HYDRA base where Bucky was being held. The crow-woman shifted back into her avian form and perched on the roof of a nondescript building.
Before Steve could follow her, turbulence jarred the plane and woke him up.
When he jumped from Howard’s plane and landed in the forest, the trees seemed to loom over him ominously. He was reminded of all the stories his Ma used to tell about little children who went wandering in the woods after dark, usually to never be seen again.
He stumbled over a root and caught himself on a nearby tree trunk. In the distance, he could hear a faint crow’s caw, and when he looked at the bark under his hand he noticed a series of scratches in a pattern he recognized.
Following the sound of the crow and the markings on the trees, he eventually made it to the HYDRA base he had seen in his dream. And just as he dreamt, a crow was perched on a building a few hundred yards away.