Requested by Lulubear140
Here is the third and final part to this imagine! I've been dragging this on for a few months now, and I feel so bad. Hope you enjoy!
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When I came to, I was on a bed.
Wait, what? A bed? When did I get here?
I sat up, rubbing my head and looking around. It looked like I was in a cozy hut, one of those typical huts you'd hear of in stories: straw house, thatched roof, that kind of thing. An old lady sat by the fire, stoking it and stirring the contents of the pot above the fire. She turned around and saw me awake, and a small smile appeared on her face.
I tried to remember what had happened, but I couldn't remember anything. Just a black, empty buzz of nothing.
"Oh good, you're awake." she remarked. She scooped out a ladle-full of the stuff in the pot, pouring it into a cup. "Drink this. It'll make you feel better."
"That's what they all say." I muttered. "And then it ends up killing you."
The lady chuckled, handing me the cup. Guess I didn't have a choice. I took a big sip of the.....whatever it was, and immediately spat it out. But I mean, it was expected.
"That is nasty."
The old lady nodded. "But you still need to drink it."
"How long was I out, anyway?"
"Oh, about a week." the old lady replied. "Now stop stalling and drink up."
I whipped my head towards the old lady. "WHAT?!"
She refilled the cup, ignoring my exclamation, and handed the cup back to me. I downed the contents in one gulp, letting out a deep breath as I handed the cup back to the old lady.
I immediately got a heck of a lot of my memories back. I remembered what had happened before I had gotten knocked out, and I blushed, remembering Bucky. All of it rushing in at once gave me a minor headache. Much like school did before I discovered my powers.
"I have to find him." I muttered.
"Good luck, dearie." the old lady said to me, handing me a satchel. "You're going to need some of the things I packed for you in here."
"Thanks." I said, and left her hut.
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It felt like I had known Bucky my whole life. Even though we had only known each other for about a few months, it felt like we were childhood friends.
I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't hear a truck coming up behind me until the last second. I quickly ducked behind some trees, watching from the shadows. A guard stepped off and went around the back to check on whatever it was back there, and I silently emerged from the trees. I whacked them and knocked them out, then dragged them to my hiding spot and exchanged my clothes for their guard uniform. I was surprised that no one caught me while I knocked the guard out in broad daylight.
I signaled for the driver to move on, and hopped in the back of the truck, which happened to be filled with boxes of some sort. I opened one, and I saw some techy guns in it. Another box contained uniforms of some sort (possibly the kitchen workers or something). I didn't open another because the truck had stopped moving. I quickly shut the lids and hid behind an especially large stack of boxes.
"Anything else left?" the driver asked, opening the doors. "Oh, these can go to the lab instead of the unloading dock."
He begins unloading the boxes onto trolleys, and I know I have to make my move, and quick. Before I can even comprehend what I'm doing, I use blowdarts to knock out the person that I can see from my hiding spot, then bursting out of hiding and knocking another guard out. I quickly had the driver in a headlock, pointing a pistol at his head.
"Take me to where you keep your experiments." I snarled.
The driver nodded, frightened, and got back into the driver's seat and I in the passenger seat, and we took off to what I assumed was the lab.
As soon as he parked, I knocked him out and tied him down, and dashed out of the truck before anyone could do anything. I made my way through the endless hallways, wondering where Bucky was being held.
Obviously not the prisons, because he was more valuable than that. He had to be here somewhere....
"Lucy?!" a voice hissed from the dark, a little ways to the right. I followed the voice, and saw that Bucky was sitting down in a nicely furnished cell with a glass window so he could see out and people could see in.
"Bucky?!" I exclaimed, running over. I quickly pull a glass cutter out of my bag and started cutting a rectangular shape big enough for Bucky to fit through. But before I could finish, a shout rang out at the end of the hall.
"HEY! YOU!"
I turned to see another guard standing at the end with his rifle pointed at me. Bucky looked towards the sound as best he could with the glass in his way. He gripped the edge of the opening with his metal arm and gripped it tightly, the glass cracking under the pressure.
I whipped out my pistol and fired a shot, the bullet finding its way through the guard's head. He fell to the ground and Bucky punched through the remaining glass. I tossed him a rifle, being careful to avoid the glass shards scattered everywhere.
"Come on." I muttered to Bucky. "Alarms will be--"
Alarms blared to life as I said that, and I closed my mouth. "Well then. Shall we?"
We dashed out of the lab, and came face to face with guards surrounding the entrance, a general on horseback standing in the middle of all of them.
"Well, it appears you have found your girl after all. Who would've thought?" he drawled, a glare appearing on his face. I sent him a glare that could match his, and we had a silent staring contest until he spoke again. "Kill them." he ordered.
A barrage of gunfire surrounded us, and I was so relieved to find that no soldiers had appeared behind us. Bucky shoved me behind him and held up his arm, blocking most of the gunfire.
"I'm gonna move soon!" Bucky screamed over the bullets. And a second later, he broke away and began punching his way out. I glared at the few soldiers that had focused on me, and saw red for capturing Bucky. For capturing my love. For bringing pain to the both of us. I wished them dead.
Before I knew it, they were holding their throats or on the ground, writhing and clutching their chests.
"Lucy! Stop! Don't kill them!" Bucky's voice rang out from the fray.
I let the men go, and another one seized my still state to come up behind me. I grabbed his weapon and yanked him forward, grabbing the back of his neck and watching him die in my arms.
It seemed as if Bucky and I were making great progress in taking down soldiers, but in reality, they seemed to gain two more as we took down one. (haha) Eventually, it ended up being Bucky and I fighting back to back. I was growing tired; I wasn't used to this much exercise. Okay, I knew Bucky and I walked as far away as we could from Hydra for a few months, but that still doesn't give me reason to say that I shouldn't be tired. I'm a naturally lazy person, okay?
"I don't know if we're able to make it!" I shouted. The general was riding off to who-knows-where. Coward. At least die honorably-ish with your soldiers.
"Don't say that! We can get out of this alive! I promise you!" Bucky tried in a vain attempt to reassure me.
I was slightly reassured, but not really. "No, Bucky."
As soon as I said that, a bullet hit my stomach. I fell to the ground, my vision immediately growing blurry. The gunfire ceased a bit and Bucky crouched down, brushing hair out of my face.
"No, no, no! Lucy, why did you do this?" Bucky cried. I gave him a tired smile. "No! I lost you once already, I'm not going to lose you again!"
And I faded out to blackness.
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I woke up to Bucky holding my hand. He was watching me with tears in his eyes, and it broke my heart to see him so broken.
"Bucky." I rasped, smiling at him.
His sad face immediately changed from despondency to absolute happiness. He pressed a kiss on my hand, and just then, I realized that he hadn't died yet.
I looked down and saw that his metal arm was holding my cold, death-inflicting ones. The sight brought tears to my eyes; it was the first time that I was able to hold someone's hand without killing them. And if I concentrated hard enough, I thought I could feel a faint warmth in his metal hand.
"I love you, Lucy*." he told me, wiping away my tears. "And I don't care if you can kill people just by touching them. I love you the way you are, and don't ever feel bad about anything."
That made me sob even more; I couldn't form any words. But I didn't have to. Bucky presses his lips against mine, and I don't think I've ever felt that happy since I found out I could kill by simply touching anything living.
"I love you too, Bucky."
That concludes this imagine! Hope you enjoyed reading this! Thank you so much for being patient with me over a span of two or so months.