Yet again another mission, this time something massive. If we fail, HYDRA will fall. There won't be much left of it. I wouldn't know what I would do without HYDRA, I wouldn't have anything. Although HYDRA had taken my life, they have also saved it.
Maybe I wouldn't be alive, but the lives I'd taken, the pain I'd created and the damaged I'd caused. I was a danger to this society, the innocent screams overtook my head as I tried to sleep, the fear painted on children, adults and elders faces as I quickly ended their lives haunted my thoughts. Everything I had done, HYDRA had made me into a monster, there was no excuse for what I had done.
I was there to do their dirty work only made into the person I had become so they could give people this freedom and peace whereas all they wanted was power and control. People that have mourned and had their lives taken from them; they were the people that deserved it the least. People that I had inflicted pain upon for what, they don't seem like a threat to HYDRA.
Silence is all that could be heard from me and the Winter Soldier, no conversation really happened when we were around each other. There wasn't much to be said between us. Around us was completely different, guns are being fired, there were planes flying with HYDRA agents inside. A birdman was flying around dodging shots, flying high and low. It was chaotic.
Bucky and I's mission was based on the person I'd wanted it to be least about. Steve Rogers, I remembered how I'd felt for the man. He seems taller and has more muscle. I've got to say its not a bad look, but I hope he is still the same person at heart, and it hasn't got to his head.
*flashback to not that long ago*
I woke up in a dark cell, 'Where am I?' I thought.
I clutched my hurting head, it felt as if my body had been thrown into the cell. It wasn't functioning very well, and I needed some food. Once again, I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten. The small cage I was kept in made me feel like an animal: trapped, hurting and whimpering.
Guards were pacing up and down the narrow corridor. The only thing keeping me calm was watching them as they walked along casually sliding their baton against a cell, trying to scare any prisoners, before taking it off and continuing their pattern. Dampness was present on the once grey floor, which was now a murky brown or black colour. I wore a t-shirt that was too big and cargo trousers. Both of them were now covered in dirt and water from the cell floor that I woke up lying on.
My head was twisting and turning until my thought became steady and didn't feel overwhelming. I heard a shout of pain, Bucky's shout. The man I grew up with as well as Steve Rogers. Yes, Steve Rogers, I remember him the man I was once in love with. At this moment in time, I'm not quite sure what love is, nobody has been here to show me this feeling. I guess only time will tell, there is one thing I do know in this moment: as soon as I get a chance to get out of here I will.
*end of flashback*
Pilots, innocent men, walked towards their jets. Talking to each other and their leader on a walkie-talkie that they were the only chance, they were the only things that are going to be in the sky on their side, except from Sam Wilson. For our mission to succeed we needed to make sure the pilots didn't get into the air.
I took out my gun and so does the winter soldier, we shoot exploding the road in front of them. They immediately scramble, trying to get to their planes to support Steve and Sam. I aimed my gun toward the men, my hands shaking as I did so. It's almost as if now I remembered Steve and some people from my past, I have my conscience when I've been turned into my other self.
I shoot the man; he falls down to the floor. Most likely injured or dead. I picked up a fallen grenade from the floor, as if it weren't anything dangerous and throw it into one of the jets. Then walked off as if it's nothing, I'm a murder. I know I will never forget the moments like this. I'm in control yet I'm still doing this, I'm being selfish. This will only help my benefit, anyone that dies or get injured for this will have died trying to fight for the right cause.
Both me and Bucky finish our job and take one of the jets toward where we needed to be to catch the Captain. I hid behind a storage bin; Bucky does the same.
Until we heard a voice, "I had a big breakfast."
We run from our hiding place and Bucky pushed Steve off the edge of the platform, Sam tried to catch him. I gripped onto one of his wings and pull him back making sure he doesn't help his friend, although I wanted Steve to be alright. The man gets his guns and shoots at us, we dodge. One bullet hits my arm, sinking into my skin. I get myself covered, behind a storage bin once again. Bucky rips off his wing, then kicked him off the edge.
He walked to me and helped me up, "Я в порядке." (Im fine.)
I push him off me and we continue the mission, below I spot Captain America still on the helicarrier. Relief almost crosses my thought, until I realise that means I'll have to hurt him, or he will me. Although the bullet in my arm was being a pain in the ass, could have done without it. I point out the man to Bucky and we go to our next spot.
I walk behind Bucky; nobody could really see me from his bigger figure. Although I had muscle and I was quite tall, he was still bigger than me.
"People are gonna die Buck," Steve said, "I can't let that happen."
Bucky looks at him blankly, "Please dont make me do this." Steve exclaimed looking as though he was about to cry right in that moment.
Once again Bucky says nothing, Steve throws him shield towards Bucky who blocks it. Steve then realised I was there too, he stared at me which gave Bucky an advantage to hit him. Punched were thrown. Steve then launched Bucky back with his shield, I take out my knife and started fighting.
I go for his shoulder and he blocked my hit, then aimed his shield towards my stomach. I received the hit after not noticing in time, and he threw me back. Bucky then takes over, I lay on the floor, then get up after noticing Bucky wasn't attacking Steve anymore.
I walked up to him, punching him in the face. He tried to use his shield to block my next blow to his chest but didn't succeed. He seemed to have spotted the bullet that was deep in my arm, he pushed his shield into my arm, and I screamed in pain. I looked at his face it was filled with sorrow, although the tried not to show it. The man was an open book in my opinion.
Bucky roared then pushed both him and Steve over the fence supposed to take risks off being up here. I rolled around in pain, left in agony. The bullet that was now pushed further into my arm, stung and I didn't know if I could fight anymore.
I look below to see Steve hit Bucky in the face, then threw him off the platform. I try to ignore the throbbing pain in my arm, it felt heavy. It wasn't my dominent hand so I could still use my knife or a gun.
I jump down and kick Steve in the lower back, causing him to stumble backwards. Bucky shoots at him which caused him to bring his shield up to protect himself. I punched him in the side of the face, and he swings his shield to my lower leg which caused my legs to fly up and I landed on my face, and my hurt arm.
The boys fight and Bucky stabbed Steve, then received a few hits, but threw the other man towards a structure. Bucky grabbed the chip, Steve noticed and picked him up by his neck, and strangled him. Then smacked him onto the floor so his face was pushed against the glass. Steve had his flesh arm, which had the chip in.
"Drop it." Steve commanded.
The winter soldier doesn't, he tried to get Steve off him. By hitting him with him metal arm. Steve isn't affected by it.
"Drop it." He said through clenched teeth.
Steve pulled Bucky's arm back, enough to hear a snap and Bucky cried out in pain. Steve flipped them over. My partner struggles to get free, whilst still being strangled by Steve.
Darkness swarmed my vision, and the noises of the world began to drown out. An unconscious state consumed me.
I wake up, the now collapsed building we were near was clear in my vision. I spot Bucky from the corner of my eye; I go to get up. Then winced from the pain in my arm, I needed to go to a hospital. Although I wasn't sure if that was possible. Steve was lying beside me, I attempted to get up once again. Bucky watched as I tried, he walked up to me and helped me up. We walked away, leaving Steve there. His face beaten up and not in a conscious state.
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try and eat, drink and talk to someone.
for some reason when I paste my work from word it always deletes the apostrophes and speech marks, so idk what's going on there. :( anyway have a good day I hope you enjoyed.
-erin