Hello, Readers, it is I, Rabid White Rabbit! *manic laughter* Okay, this is a variant of B.J Barnes I prefer a little more because I believe I should continue this one further. I shall attempt to update the other one and I know I will work on the other ones. If you know how B.J is made, then you get how Samuel "Sammy" Rogers, Kurt Schmidt, Zachariah "Zack" Zemo, and Alfred "Freddy" Zola are created. If you don't, keep reading this story. It will be revealed in further chapters.
I will incorporate Civil War, just may not have anyone dying. I cannot handle a character death in Marvel since Quicksilver... I may kill someone off to be accurate with the comics and he/she may return. This story jumps to the past in 2010, followed to 2013 with the rise of Winter Soldier and Hydra's ugly head, and then comes quickly to the present day of 2016.
Without further a do; I present a RWR original fanfiction, created by your's truly: The Fallen three. I do not own Marvel, but I do own my OC's.
Will I be in this?
Wade, what are you doing here?!
Came to help. Hey, have you seen Murdock or Parker?
Wade, I'm doing something at the moment. No, I don't know where they are. Did you try Hell's Kitchen?
Yes, duh.
How about you try New Mexico? Seems he left. Okay, well that should keep our crimson comedian busy and fed for a few hours.
White, they're not in New Mexico. Come on! *gets dragged off. Manages to hit save*
"What do you gain from this torture, Zack?" snapped Kurt. Rumlow held a barely conscious B.J up and held a gun to her head. Sammy held his bleeding hand and tried to stop it from killing him. "Oh, I don't know. Loyalty, fear, and you guys at my feet. Hail Hydra." Zack said as he waved his former best friends behind him away. Rumlow dragged B.J out and went to throw her into an isolated cell across the hallway. "What did we do to him?" asked Sammy. Kurt flinched when the doors were slammed and locked. He ripped his shirt and wrapped the torn fabric around his best friend's hand. The bleeding was slowly stopping and Sammy laid down to keep his head from spinning. "Nothing. He just likes the power Hydra gives him, I think. I'm glad I'm not like them or my father." Kurt sighed as he leaned on the wall. Sammy agreed with a tired sigh. "God, please don't take B.J away unless she needs to escape this Hell of Earth." The blonde prayed out loud in the cell. "Amen." Kurt got up and tried to see B.J threw the food tray entry. She was still on the floor bloody and stiff. "Amazing Grace… How sweet the sound…" They heard B.J sing through pain filled sobs. "We'll get out of this, Bucky. Us three, we're together till the end of the line." Sammy promised with hope. "Till the end of tomorrow." added Kurt. B.J sniffed and shifted her arms a little. "Till the end of road."
What seemed like forever, Freddy came in and slid two trays of food. "Is Bj okay?" demanded Sammy. Freddy slid in her tray in her cell and peeked in. "She's fine." Freddy said as he walked off. Kurt banged on the door and shouted some curses in German. After his rage filled rant, he brought the meager meal to Sammy and they ate in silence. "I wish we could escape." sighed Sammy. Kurt nodded and looked at the door. They both worried about B.J greatly. The small brunette was beaten and assaulted right in front of them and they feared she would die then and there. They feared she or they would die in the Hell they were dragged into.
(2013)
Bucky was confused, flustered, and exhausted. Slowly and painfully, flashbacks would hit him like a train as he slept. He remembers seeing a small infant with big expressive eyes that went from baby blue to deep pools of dark chocolate. Why those would stick out to him like a sore thumb was beyond him for the time being. Bucky sat in a motel room and thought. He closed his tired, wary blue eyes and thought harder. "No." Bucky remembered five infants; a redhead, a blonde, two brunettes, and a platinum blonde. He saw them in cells as white and blinding as light itself. A girl with long brown hair lay in one covered in crimson. Bucky opened his eyes and glared at the wall before him. In a drawer by his bed, he pulled out a gun with thirteen bullets. He got in his combat clothing and looked at the dark night sky. A storm brewed far in the distance, growling as it prowled closer towards him. "Hang on." Bucky said as he ran into the night. Bucky knew where they were. He broke into a car that was just out of a camera's reach and roared off.
It took Bucky about four hours to get to the disclosed location of the Hydra compound. He parked about a mile away and ran to the base. Seeing an import dock, Bucky on the top of a coming truck and waited for it to park and unload its cargo. He jumped and landed on a grunt, starting to knock out the others and killing a few who shot at him. Bucky snuck inside and hid within the shadows as he made his way to the cell block. He used a silencer and shot at a few guards before taking some keys. Sammy and Kurt sat back to back and thought. "Have we tried tricking the guard?" inquired Kurt. Sammy sighed and looked at the scar on his hand. "Yes. Kurt, can you see if B.J is okay? We haven't heard anything from her for a while and I'm really getting worried." Sammy asked. Kurt got up and heard Sammy fall hard on his back before he opened the tray entry. "Uh, who's that guy?" asked the red head with emerald eyes. Sammy got up and saw Winter Soldier shoving a key into B.J's cell. "The guy who's getting us out." Sammy smiled. Bucky was horrified by the condition he saw the girl. He rushed in and checked her pulse, relieved that it was still there. Bucky left her to free the two boys. "Bj." Sammy jumped and went to check on her. "Oh my God. I can't believe she's still alive." said Kurt as he ran to see her. Bucky stood by them and made sure no one was coming. "We have to go." he told them. Sammy picked up B.J and they ran the way Bucky came in. Miraculously, they escaped without more harm and got in the stolen car.
"Bucky?" Sammy climbed in the back of the car and moved her long hair out of her face. "Sam?" she weakly groaned. Kurt smiled and saw her eyes painfully open. "Guess what." Kurt smiled as B.J started to slowly crane her head around her new surroundings. "Winter Soldier saved us." Sammy laughed. Bucky roared off and got out of the state they were currently in. He wasn't sure if he was even in New York, but he knew he wanted to be out of wherever he was at. "I'm dreaming." B.J scoffed as she started to black out again. "No, stay awake. You're not dreaming, this is real." Kurt told her as he climbed in the back. B.J huffed and kept her eyes opened slightly. "Prosto dayte mne umret'." B.J said in Russian. Bucky kept a calm look, but inside his heart broke from hearing that. "Just let me die." Bucky looked in the back from the rear view mirror and saw her covered in crimson. "My v bezopasnosti." Bucky assured. Sammy and Kurt kept her on their laps and saw how she grew from the last they saw her three years ago. "I guess we grew up. What year is it?" asked Kurt. Bucky looked at his phone. "Two thousand thirteen." He kept driving and looking behind in the mirrors. "We're thirteen." said Sammy. B.J was wheezing and she smiled. "Izvini chuvak. YA ne mogu ostat'sya . Nekotoryye bol'shoy chuvak , nazyvayushchiy sebya Dum Dum govorit, chto eto moye vremya." B.J coughed. Bucky pulled over and looked at her dead in the eyes. "Tell him to shove that talk up his ass. You are not going anywhere. I did not just risk my neck just for you to die in a different spot." Bucky snapped at her. B.J huffed and looked at the ceiling of the car. "Whatever. I just feel tired, man." Bucky turned back and drove on the quiet road. "YA pomnyu , kto ty ko mne . YA znayu tebya. Dzhessika Buchanan Barns." Bucky said as he drove. B.J turned her head and looked at him. "Who are you?" she asked. Sammy and Kurt looked at them and their strange transactions in Russian. "James Buchanan Barnes. I think."
