The Kind You Save → Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Chapter One-Bad Decisons and Bullet Holes

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Chapter One

"We don't have to fight," she said calmly. He just scowled at her, not saying anything. This wasn't the James she had fallen in love with. No, this was the steel-hearted assassin, the Winter Soldier.

He advanced slowly, the knife in his grip raised in her direction. She realized she would have to fight him. After all, James had trained her. He had taught her how to fight, so that if this ever happened, she would be prepared.

She didn't want to fight, but she would. Malone gathered her strength, and stood tall.

Mal drew her dagger, poised to fight. The Winter Soldier stabbed at her, but she disarmed him easily. He looked at her in shock. "Think, James! Think back, remember! "

"You're my mission," he said uncertainly.

She chuckled grimly, "No, I'm your friend."

<Six Months Earlier>

Malone sighed, shoving the books into their assigned spots on the shelves. The disruptive child had oh, so rudely decided to take every book off the shelves in the children's area of the library. She moved a little down the shelf, getting to the biographies.

She glanced down at the books in her hand, thin twenty page bio's that only scratched the surface of history. 'Captain America and the Howling Commandos' one of the books stated proudly, its cover adorned in large block letters. She opened it, reading the huge lettering and simple wording. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she glanced up. Feeling a bit annoyed and embarrassed; she saw in front of her the rude child that had made this mess. She plastered a fake smile on her face, just like she was paid to do.

The child pointed to the book in her hands, and muttered something. Malone handed it to him, "You want to read it?" He shook his head, "I can't read."

She smiled for real now, he was about five, and some of these words would've been tough for him. Mal motioned for him to sit beside her, "Well then, I guess we'll just read it together."

She took a deep breath and read. By the time Mal was finished with the story, she had quite an audience around her. Four little girls and three little boys, all wanting to learn more about Captain America.

The blonde woman reached over to the book shelf, grabbing another thin volume. She heard the chatter of the little girls, and the loud laughter of the boys. She stopped, and looked up at the clock. A small sigh of relief and maybe just a tiny bit of disappointment issued from her mouth. It was six-thirty, which meant her shift was over.

Looking at the children, she said, "Well, I've got to go home. I'm sure that I can find someone else to read to you." They all groaned. Rebecca, a tiny girl with chocolate brown curls, piped up, "But they won't make the voices like you do!" The kids all chattered in agreement, and Malone sighed in defeat. "Fiiiiine. Just one more though, then I have to go home."

Around fifteen minutes later, Malone walked out. She looked around for her beat up old car. She found it, and wrinkled her nose in distaste. Mal hated her car, with its bent fender and musty smell, she longed for something newer. But, it ran... Most of the time.