Bucky's POV -
The quinjet landed softly in the snow of her backyard. I unbuckled my seatbelt and rustled around the jet to find some gloves. I hate this. I finally got done with being the winter soldier and now i'm breaking and entering. Great for my reputation I presume.
"Steve...this isn't okay." I was trying to convince Steve out of this as I slipped the thick, yellow construction gloves on. I mean, we don't need another addition to the compound anyway, and this girl isn't harming anyone…
"I know I know. This isn't my thing either, but Tony said she could become a threat...Buck, you know we have to do this." Steve looked at me with his blue eyes as if he was staring straight to my dead, blackened soul.
"Yeah…" I said as I stepped down on the ramp quietly. I started to shake my head while laughing out of disbelief. I actually can't believe I was the one stuck doing this. Like why me anyway? Why not someone who wasn't an assassin? Why not someone who wouldn't freak her out? I tried the back deck door - locked. The front door - locked.
"Ugh" I sighed to myself as I checked all the lower windows. All locked...this is when the job gets more difficult… I climbed up her tree in the front yard and made my way to the windows on the second floor and thank goodness one of them was open. Before I went in the house, I pulled out a small file from my vest. I knew her name, age, and potential threat reasons… nothing else. No picture of her either - huh. that's weird. I quietly pried the open window even further out so I could get in; Thankfully I didn't hear or see any movement. I took out the window screen and quietly stepped in. Her room was...whimsical. It had little trinkets on shelves, the whole thing had so much character and so many memories… I thought back to how my room looked; the only decoration I owned were the dents in the walls. I walk up to her twin bed covered with forest green and grey sheets that were revealed in the moonlight. Her face was also in the moonlight... I don't know what I expected her to look like; but not this. She had long black-brown, unruly hair, thick eyebrows, and long, dark eyelashes.
"wake up." she quickly sat up and was obviously scared of me. I answered the regular questions 'who are you?' etc etc. "Follow me" I said this knowing full well that the answer would probably be on the lines of; 'of course not! are you kidding me?!'. I noticed that this request captured her attention. She moved forward as her face came into view; she gazed at me intently with her glistening gold-green eyes before responding. When she gave the answer of defiance I was expecting, I was fully prepared to carry her out of there. But, I decided to try my luck one more time,
"Just...please?" I doubted this will work, but it takes a lot in me to say this to a stranger I don't have patience for.
"Yes." I had never heard that before. She doesn't even know me, how can she trust me? To be honest, that was more of a joke than anything else. I was so shocked at her response I didn't know what to say. I explained the plan to her and we started down the tree. I was running towards the jet, but I didn't hear footsteps behind me. I spun around to see that she was lying on the bricks by the tree. I ran over and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. There was a deep gash on the right side of her forehead; What have I done? I should have helped her… I saw her touching the wound on her head. Wait, she is still awake? She should be out cold right now.- I bet she's gonna have some broken bones… I was snapped out of my thoughts by her question; she asked me my name. I contemplated lying; I was taught never to share my name, but...I mean there's no harm in that right? It's not even my name, it's just a nickname. She won't know who I am. I looked down at her and answered,
"Bucky." It felt great to tell my real name to a stranger. It felt great to tell the truth.