Prologue
James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky Barnes. Bucky.
Circling round and round in his head like a chant. He wanted it to stop. His hands pounded against his skull and he let out a scream through his gritted teeth. It hurt so badly and he just wanted it to stop.
HYDRA. That was the key. The company made up of secrets, lies and corruption. Those three things laid the foundations for HYDRA, and yet, they were his only hope. He needed to find them. If they had an answer, even just one, he might finally find out what was wrong with him.
He wasn't meant to feel this way. He wasn't meant to feel anything. He was the Winter Soldier, and he only did as he was told. He obeyed. That was his job. And yet, ever since that target had looked him in the eye.
"Bucky?"
His lips formed words unfamiliar to him, and he barely recognised the voice as his own. It was full of emotion.
"Steve."
He shook his head wildly. No. He couldn't think about that right now. He had to get fixed. It was the only option. It was his next mission, and he would fulfil it. No matter what. He yanked a phone out of his pocket, flipping it open and calling the only number registered on it.
"Mission aborted. Requesting immediate extraction. And if you can, get it ready. I'm going to need back-up."
