Hello! I've been wanting to write a Bucky story for a while now, then I saw Infinity War and decided to actually do it. I hope you enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Our dear Captain will play a larger role in later chapters along with others of the Avengers. But this story is really about Bucky and Suki, I hope they turn out on page as amazing as they have in my head.
Status report: extraction number 101. Subject is female, twenty-five years of age. Five foot three inches and one-hundred-twenty pounds. Eye color: green. Race: Caucasian. Hair color: changes often. Resides in Washington, DC.
The Winter Soldier went over a mental check list of his subject as he watched her from a distance. He had been watching her for days, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. This wasn't an assassination, his mission was to extract and deliver. The subject, however, was never without company. So he waited and took mental notes. Memorizing her every mannerism, every word, and every habit. There was no reason to rush the mission, she would slip up, they always did.
Today was a work day for her. The small tattoo shop was unassuming but constantly busy. The most frequent customers being soldiers on leave.
The subject has ties to the United States Army, both her father and brother serve. Subject is to be considered potentially highly armed and dangerous. The Soldier continued his mental notes, remembering the file he had been shown before deployment to DC. In addition to the file, he had been forming his own profile of the subject over the past few days.
The subject shows no signs of violent behavior. The subject does not carry a weapon other than a pocket knife. The subject shows no evidence of enhanced abilities. The subject appears to be a simple civilian.
"Then why does Hydra want her?" An annoying voice spoke in the back of the Soldier's mind. His eye twitched at the intrusion. It was a voice he knew well and was proof that he needed to return to his handlers soon for another treatment. He cracked his neck tuned into the transmission of the bugs he had placed in the shop days earlier.
"I'm off to the VA shortly, think you can hold down the fort for a few hours?" The subject spoke to one of her employees and the Soldier perked up. This was a new activity for her, perhaps a weakness. The employee mumbled a response back as a car pulled up to the shop. Black. Bullet proof windows, government plates. The subject's father and the real problem for the Winter Soldier. The high ranking officer never let his daughter travel alone. He listened as the subject, her father, and her employee bantered back and forth then readied himself to follow them. A familiar rush filled him as he anticipated finally getting to cross paths with his subject. The Winter Soldier was ready for a fight.