ALIEN ↠ b. barnes [I]

twelve

        "Já, Allura. This is your younger brother, Ezekyel." Yes. She said, a smile on her face as she stared at her two children lovingly.

       "Can I hold him?" She asked. Khrystopher laughed, his hand ruffling his daughter's hair as he nodded, Aiyla chuckling and rolling her eyes at her husband. She carefully handed the baby to Allura, the strawberry blonde's eyes filling with light as her piercing and unusual green eyes met with her brother's electric yellow ones.

        His little hand touched her nose, Allura's eyes widening as she looked at her mom with a grin and then back at little Ezekyel. He let out a bubbly laugh and grabbed a strand of hair that was on her face, playing it with his fingers.

        This was her brother. He was the little burden her mother had given her, the only one she'd gladly take. It was in that moment, that Allura swore to herself that she'd always protect, and love him... no matter the cost.

        She couldn't forget him. She had to get out of the damn place and find him but it was too late. She had broken her promise to him. Ezekyel was lost and her brain was about to be fried along with her past. She wouldn't remember her mamma, her pabbi, Pearl, Jupiter, her abilities... Bucky.

        They'd remove everything she had ever known and replace it with emptiness and solitude. She'd be an empty shell of who she is and would only remain as a weapon. Allura whimpered, a small cry escaping her lips as she spoke, her voice coming clear even with the strange thin in her mouth.

       "Fæddur undir stjörnunni, hjarta hans fyllt með hlýju." She began, her eyes closing as her head looked up and she nodded in respect to her god. "Guð var fæddur, a geisli af sólinni, verndari. Hann er að vonast, hann veitir von. Hann er ást, hann gefur ást. Mega Allt vernda okkur. Mega Allt vera með okkur. Megi Allt hjálpa okkur. Megi Allt elska okkur. Mega Allt koma með okkur heim."

        The strawberry blonde spoke, hearing her mamma's voice in the back of her head, Ezekyel's laughter and her pabbi scolding him for joking during a time of honor. She hadn't gotten to say goodbye to her dad, and the last thing she did was be angry and call him by his name.

        Bucky had heard her pray before in the cell, always enchanted by the amount of trust they had to their god and how much they worshipped and understood him. But he had never heard her clinging to the words so much, the amount of pain in her voice clear. After being brutally taught Icelandic, he could finally understand what she was saying, and a spark of admiration flashed in his eyes as he spoke as well, translating the prayer into fluent English.

       "Born under the star, his heart filled with warmth. God was born, a ray of sun, protector. He is hoping, he gives hope. He is love, he gives love. May Allt protect us. May Allt be with us. May Allt help us. May Allt love us. May Allt bring us home." He said, looking at up just like she was and the to her, her green eyes teary as he sent him a grateful smile.

        Suddenly, both of them felt a horrifying pain in their brain, James' being caused by an unbelievable amount of electricity while hers was caused by fire and oxygen, the amount of the chemical running in her body making her completely useless when it came to healing and allowing her brain to be burned.

        It lasted for about thirty minutes, the scientists wanting nothing to be left of their past. When they shut them off, the asset's were still shaking, their bodies resembling epilepsia and their faces confused as the trigger words were spoken.

        "Zhelaniye. Rzhavyy. Semnadtsat'. Rassvet. Pech'. Devyat'. Dobroserdechnyy. Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu. Odin. Gruzovoy vagon." Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybreaks. Furnace. Nine. Benign. Homecoming. One. Freight car. Bucky stared at the wall, Allura coming next.

        "Rodnoy brat. Toskuyushchiy po domu. Tri tysyachi. Voyna. Zhelaniye. Krasnyy. Allt. Odin. Toska. Ugrozhayushchiy." Brother. Homesick. Three thousand. War. Saudade. Red. Allt. One. Yearning. Menacing. An agent walked in front of each asset, both HYDRA scientists carrying the book that belonged to each weapon.

       "Soldat?"

        At the same time, they replied what the men and women had been needing to hear. Their boss's death had no longer been in vain, they had finally completed his one hope and had done it with excellence.

        "YA gotov otvechat." Their soldiers were finally ready to comply.

God.... I just saw Endgame and just... god.

I have so many ideas now with how I'm gonna include Endgame in this book, which is great. I'm not gonna spoil anything, but I'm just gonna say that it was a masterpiece. Hope you guys watch it if you haven't already and comment what you think.

At last, Bucky and Allura have been wiped by HYDRA. I tried to show the process in detail, I hope I did well. Thanks for reading!

- evanescence2016