"Two targets, level six. They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours."
Two targets. Level six. Confirmed death in ten hours.
First target: white male.
Second target: white female.
Attack them in their car. Disable it. Shoot grenade launcher.
First target shot off bridge. Not eliminated.
Second target evades. Shoot grenade launcher.
Second target shot off bridge. Not eliminated.
Second target shoots goggles. Return fire. Pursue on foot.
Second target hidden behind a car. Roll a grenade toward her.
Second target attempts strangulation. Throw her away. She disables the arm for a few seconds.
Shoot second target. Almost eliminated.
First target is back. Shoot him. He evades. Switch to backup Skorpion. He kicks it away. Switch to hand-to-hand with knife. Slash, stab, block, punch.
Having trouble eliminating first target.
First target disables arm. Am thrown through the air. Mask is off. Not part of plan.
"Bucky?"
Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Who?
Blue eyes. A flash of blond hair.
What-
"Who the hell is Bucky?"
Mission. Switch to backup Derringer. Shoot first target.
Interrupted by unknown male with wing pack. Shoot again. Interrupted by second target with grenade launcher.
Disappear.
Mission failed.
***
Memories. So many. Too many. Falling. Dragging. Doctors. Faces. Freezing.
"Mission report."
Blue eyes.
"Mission report, now."
Delicate hands.
Slapped.
"The man on the bridge."
Neat blond hair.
St-
"Who was he?"
"You met him earlier this week on another assignment."
Blue eyes, blond hair, a radiant smile.
"I knew him."
A short, scrawny man. Blond hair. Blue eyes. Delicate fingers.
"Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning, we're gonna give it a push. But, if you don't do your part, I can't do mine. And HYDRA can't give the world the freedom it deserves."
"But I knew him."
Blond hair. Blue eyes. Laughing. Good.
Name. My name. B...
Please. I don't want to forget.
"Prep him."
"He's been out of cryofreeze too long."
"Then wipe him, and start over."
Please. No. No. Don't want to forget. I don't want to forget. I want to remember. I want to—
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Mission. Two targets, highest level.
First target: white male.
Second target: black male.
Take out targets' allies. Fly plane to intercept targets.
Kick first target off of helicarrier. Second target attempts to fly away. Stop him. He fires back. Evade. He attempts to fly away again. Fire grappling hook. Disable wings. Kick him off helicarrier.
Second target eliminated.
First target not eliminated. Still on helicarrier. Go to core. Protect core.
"People are gonna die, Buck. I can't let that happen."
Mission.
"Please don't make me do this."
First target throws shield. Block with arm. Fire at him. He blocks with shield. Bullet grazes his side.
Am slammed in the face with shield. Guns out of reach. Switch to hand-to-hand with knife. Kick, stab, slash.
First target at core. Stab at him. Am disarmed. Kicked away. Punch shield.
Shove him off bridge. He drops the computer chip.
Hand-to-hand. Punch, kick. Am kicked to bottom of dome.
Throw shield at first target. Shoot at him. He blocks with shield. He throws shield. Block with arm. Switch to knife. Stab him.
Get computer chip.
First target attempts strangulation. Am slammed to ground.
"Drop it. Drop it!"
Flesh arm dislocated.
A scream.
Am slammed to ground again. In a choke hold. Going dark. Dark. Dark. Dark-
Awake. First target has computer chip, going back to core. Shoot him in the leg.
First target is back up on bridge. Shoot him in the stomach.
First target replaces computer chip.
Mission failed.
Helicarrier exploding. Am pinned under falling arch.
First target moves arch. Freed.
"You know me."
Know...him? No. No. Don't know. Don't...remember...
"No I don't!"
Mission. Punch target.
"Bucky..."
Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Who...
"You've known me your whole life."
Blond hair. Blue eyes. Radiant smile.
St-
Mission. Punch first target.
He's hurt. Should be finished soon.
"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes."
"Shut up!"
Punch target. He falls to the ground.
No. No. No. Can't remember. Can't know. I can't know.
He takes off his cowl.
Blond hair.
Blue eyes.
"I'm not gonna fight you."
He drops the shield. It falls out of helicarrier.
"You're my friend."
Blond hair. Blue eyes. Radiant smile.
No. Can't know. Can't remember.
Rush at him. Slam him to ground. On top of him.
"You're my mission."
Punch him in the face as hard as possible.
"You're!"
Punch.
"My!"
Punch.
"Mission!"
Punch.
He's almost dead. One more punch.
"Then finish it."
One...more...
"Cause I'm with you to the end of line."
Ste-
Steve.
Steve Rogers.
My friend. My best friend. I knew him. I-
I remember him.
Memories. Singing. Dancing. Laughing. Loving. Good. Good times.
I remember—looking in a mirror. It's me. Shorter hair. Eyes with a soul. Bucky.
Oh God.
I remember.
I remember everything.
Stevie—what have I done?