Disclaimer: Don't own Marvel or anything to do with Marvel in the story but the OC is mine.
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Four days later…
So far Sarah had managed to avoid Hydra and the police. She was living in a shitty apartment, using money that she had stolen. She had gone to a casino and used her ability at some gambling tables, so that she won around five hundred pounds. Enough to survive on but not too much to look extremely suspicious. She had left quickly afterwards, keeping her hood up to hide her face from the cameras.
She had been keeping low key too, not going anywhere with too many camera's or too public. It was restricting, but nothing compared to what Hydra was like. She was out jogging around the area. She could do it for hours, because of what they had done to her through their experiments, but usually stopped after an hour and a half. There wasn't much for Sarah to do whilst trying to stay hidden, but she did spend a lot of her time outside.
She had gone to the library to read some books, something she had missed doing. She loved to read, it gave her a way out. She could get lost in the stories and the characters lives and only have to think about their problems, able to forget hers, if even for a short amount of time. She was sitting at the table nearer the corner, with only one other person.
She felt at peace there and inhaled the smell of books which always relaxed her. She went back to her reading. Three hours later, she finished her book and left, making her way home. She pulled her jumper hood up and stuck to the shadows. It was only eight thirty but it was getting dark and she still had to have dinner.
Once she got back to her dingy apartment she got herself some leftovers. She wasn't a very good cook, as she had had no one to teach her. Her mother had died in child birth so she had never known her and her dad was shot when she was ten, but he couldn't cook either.
Her dad had been strict with her because of his line of work, he couldn't afford to be too distracted. He had had rules that she had had to follow and if she broke them she would be punished. Her punishments would depend on the rule she broke. Occasionally he had backhanded her but she was used to that kind of stuff from her training. What she did hate was when he had locked her in a cupboard with no light. She would have to stay in there for a whole day with no food or water. She had suffered the punishment only once. Her dad had loved her though and would show it, it was just he couldn't afford any slip ups and distractions.
She finished the leftovers and got changed for bed. She checked to make sure all of her guns and knifes in her room were accessible. She had a gun strapped under the side table next to her bed, another one under her pillow, a knife on top of the side table along with about ten bullets too.
Confirming this, she got into bed and went to sleep.
The next day was the same, usual routine. Jogging, out for lunch, library and home. But today on the way home she passed a bar. It had been years since she had gone into a bar or club. Hesitating, she decide to get one drink.
She entered and made her way over to the bar. The bartender came over and she ordered a beer. He came back with one and handed her the bottle. Taking a swig, she looked around. There was a group of girls at a table next to the window, three guys at the table on her right, and another table of four guys behind her a few metres. At the bar was a group of five kids, two girls, three boys and by the looks of it they were still in collage, then there was one guy alone next to them and on her other side there were two women, both alone and another guy.
Satisfied that there were no risks here, she went back to her beer.
"Heeey, beautiful." Some drunk guy had come up to her.
She turned her head to look at him with an eyebrow raised. He was a good looking guy, clearly drunk as he wobbled slightly even though he was standing in one spot and he slurred his words.
"Can I buy yooouu a drink?"
"Sorry not today." She said.
"Well, tell me if you change your mind." He said and gave her his card.
He walked away and she rolled her eyes. Like she had time to worry about guys at the moment. Finishing her beer, she stood up and left.
The next morning...
She looked in the mirror at herself. She had dark brown shiny hair that went just below her shoulders. It was straight at the top of her head and was wavy/curled loosely when it reached her ears. She was skinny and her body was toned from the hours of training. She was a bit above average height and had blue eyes. She was pale from the lack of sunlight she got in the Hydra base that she was kept in. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked away from the reflection of herself.
Sarah was wearing her jogging outfit; a vest, trainers, three quarter length trousers and a jumper. In her pocket she has some bullets and a few pins in her hair. She took off her jumper and slipped her arms into some straps that connected at the back. Attached to the straps was a knife holster on her left which held a knife with a blade the size of her hand. She slipped her jumper back on and zipped it halfway up. She wore the jumper for two reasons; so that no one could see the knife and so no one would see the scars that decorated her back.
She went out and jogged down the street. She went around the park and some housing areas. She stuck to the emptier places with very few cameras. It was also six thirty, so the streets were more deserted.
It was then that she realised she was being followed by a car. She kept her pace and turned into an alleyway. Here she sped up but heard the people get out of the car. She came out of the other end and looked around, another black car was coming her way. She turned right and ran at full speed. The car caught up and overtook her before turning to face her and block her path.
Behind her were the men from the other car. She was standing on the pavement of an empty street. Only apartments under construction or closed shops were here. She was blocked with no where to go.
"Put your hands above your head." A man from behind called.
She couldn't go back. She put her hands out in front of her then quickly raised them, causing all of their guns to fly out of their grips and into the air. Throwing her hands to the left, the guns were thrown the same way out of reach. They all froze for a moment, then went for their other guns but she used her mind to throw them into the air and back, knocking them out when they hit they ground with force.
The car was now speeding towards her, ready to hit her. But she stood her ground bringing her hand up, causing the car to flip onto it's back.
She could tell that her eyes had gone black now, and she had started to feel the effects of using her ability. She ran off again, she had gotten rid of them but she knew they would have others coming soon.
Sarah had gotten only a few metres down the street before another two cars were chasing her. These ones were bigger though. Again, she stopped to turn and flip one of them onto it's side. She raised her hand to flip the other too. Though not as hard, as she was breathing heavily, now slightly out of breath. The other car went over too as if some invisible force had reached out and knocked it over.
Some guys got out of the overturned cars but she used the bullets in her pocket to take them out. Turning she continued as fast as she could. But then a man stepped out of an alley and stopped on the road, about five metres in front of her.
She stopped in her tracks to look at him. He was wearing black combat boots, black cargo trousers, a black leather bullet proof vest and had a mask that covered the bottom half of his face. It suddenly clicked as she realised who the man was. The Winter Soldier in the flesh and blood.
He had a large gun pointed at her but with a flick of her wrist it flew out of his hands. He looked slightly startled at this, but his features quickly recovered. She could feel the veins on her face turning black. She didn't know how to describe the feeling of it, just that she could feel it spread.
The air was filled with the smell of smoke and blood.
He reached behind him to get his other gun and approached her. Again, with just the small flick of her out streched wrist, she causing it to fly out of his hands. This time though it just seemed to make him angry, instead of shocked.
She reached inside her hoodie and pulled out the knife. It was her last weapon. Now also out of guns, he pulled his knife out of his holster too.
He raised his right arm and took a swing at her but she dodged it twisting turning her body and so that she now stood behind him. She went to stab him in the back – literally – but his metal arm twisted around and caught her wrist to twist it. She yelled out in pain and dropped the knife. Kicking him in the back of the knees hard with force so that he fell forward.
She held her wrist in her hand, teeth gritted. He got up and spun around at lightening speed, and threw his knife straight at her. She stopped it inches from her chest using her mind and let it fall to the ground with a loud clatter.
They both no longer had any weapons but truth to be told, she didn't want to fight him. She had read about the pain he had suffered, and knew who he was even if he didn't. She knew he had no choice, and that wasn't his fault. He was a weapon to them, and she could even relate to what he had had to go through at Hydra. In fact, he had probably been through worse than her.
He took a quick step forward and punched her in the chest, knocking some air from her lungs and snapping her out of her thoughts. She stumbled back slightly then recovered.
He kicked out but she did a forward flip over his leg, landing in a crouch then quickly standing and twisting around so that she was facing him.
"Stop! I don't want to hurt you!" She shouted but he paid no attention to her and went to punch her again. She brought her arm up, blocking the blow. "Please." She just managed to gasp out.
A flash of confusion crossed his features when hearing the word but was gone so fast she wasn't particularly sure she had actually seen it. He came at her again and he brought his metal arm back so she ducked avoiding another heavy blow but as she stood up again, he quickly spun on the ground with his leg out so that it knocked hers out from underneath her. She fell onto her back and pain vibrated through her body and she gritted her teeth to stop herself from yelling out.
He came down on top of her, putting all of his weight on her so that he was pinning her down. He put his metal hand around her neck and applied pressure, cutting off her airway. She struggled to breathe against his firm grip. Sarah writhed under him and kicked out but he wouldn't budge. She had no other choice but to use her ability now.
Raising both her hands she concentrated and felt his grip on her throat loosen. She tried harder and he flew back right off of her a few feet away, landing on his back. She gasped and scrambled across the ground to the knife and gripped it in her fist. She pushed herself up and went over to him on unsteady feet.
She held her other hand out in front of her and used her ability to keep him pinned to the ground.
He tried his best, struggling against the invisible force pinning him to the concrete ground and it was draining her strength quickly in her current state to keep him pinned down. She crouched over him and raised the knife above his heart. She lifted her arm and brought it flying down.
