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-Bucky…
He said that with such an expression on his face…
-Who's that Bucky? I answered.
Yes, who?
Whatever who, it doesn't matter. A mission is a mission. Orders are orders.
I walked again when the not-dead-ginger-girl shot me. The bullet hit a car behind me and I made use of the explosion and confusion to run away. HYDRA wouldn't me to be catch. I would be weak then, cast-off, tortured.
My way back to the camp was a total frog. I didn't know how I made it. Only one thing was in my mind: his voice. « Bucky » he said, surprised or desperate, with that puppy eyes on his face. His blond hair, his deep blue eyes, his shoulders, his voice…oh yes, his voice. She sound familiar in the depths of my memory. Hidden meanders, buried, chained. And the red octopus didn't want me to remember. Hell no. His lips split could testify.
Slaped. Somebody slaped him. He slaped him. Because of what? Just because he was in his fucking mind bitch! The mission wasn't a succeed, he knew that, and he knew that a punishment and an upgrade would be his lunch. But a slap? A FUCKING slap because his head was somewhere else? Supposing he had his head somewhere at all…
« Bucky »
He expelled the voice but she came back anyway.
-The man on the bridge, who is he?
He kept looking at him so he speak again.
-I know him…I think so.
-You met him on your mission last week.
Words. Empty. Empty of meaning and emotion. Or was it anger in his eyes? But why? Because he was asking questions? Because he was thinking?
« Bucky »
This name sounded in his mind. Who was he? Who was that Bucky? Why this name was so familiar to him? But even more, why that soldier–
-AAAAHHHH!
Pain. Awful. Lightning. ECT. Then pictures. Sounds. Lyrics in a foreign language, maybe russian or socovie. And it was a blackout in his mind, again. A deep blackout.
« Bucky »
This word was a whisper in his ears. This only word, that voice, like a crackling fire in the darkness. He wanted to follow her, answer her. He had to follow her, understand her. His thoughts were stopped when he heard his next mission: block and kill anyone who's against SHIELD's takeover by HYDRA.
Okay, easy mission, no problem! He put his mask on and get out the camp, mercenaries following him. What were their gold again? Because he had the thought that he was doing all the job. It was true most of the time, but he had to admit, mercenaries were good to disturb ennemies. Their death were useful, perfect pawn who allowed him to keep moving faster. Without a thought behind.
Once tools ready he got into the truck and welcome mission! A mission allowed him, maybe, to have some clarification… He frowned, feeling his head's work. Thinking, trying.
« Memories, sweet memories, where are you hidding? In the deepest of my mind and I'm starting to crack. »
He breathed deeply and focused. SHIELD in view. A weak word echoic in his mind.
« Bucky »
Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction with Bucky, I really like him. I think there is a lot of mistakes in my translation, I translate my own OS so…tell me!
I noticed that the first sentence, it's in the first person (« I »), and then it's the third one (« He »). I don't know why haha! I just saw it because I translate dit. Hope you don't mind. See ya!
