Mimic

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Chapter 3: The Winter Soldier

A tall, muscular man wearing black military grade armor stood before me. His face covered by a black mask, his brown hair reaching his shoulder. What stood out the most was his left arm that was mechanical having a red star on it. Remembering from textbooks, that kind of red star represented the USSR. He was Russian. Shit.

Before I could run, he grabbed me by the arm in a vice grip.

"No!" I shouted, doing a hard kick in the groin.

The amount of pressure should have his reflect to bow down, falling to his knees in pain. Instead, he stood there not fazed by the stunt. It was like I kicked a tree, resending the shock back. I cried out in pain.

"Target secured," One of the soldiers said.

The soldier in front of me knelt down wrapping his arm around my waist and flung me over his shoulder. A gasp left my lips, the metal digging into my pelvic bone. I cried out for help, trying to make things complicated by kicking and screaming. The soldier kept old to his grip, never letting go.

What was he, Ernst Stavro Blofeld henchman?

Another soldier came in, and zip tied my wrist. Panic consumed me. The men left the scene in a rush. All I see was Dad bleeding to death. They rushed to one of the buildings that were abandoned. They were climbing the steps when gunshots were being fired. Looking up, I saw Mr. Coulson with other SHIELD Agents. My eyes widen on the inflatables floating in the water and cursed. Though the building would be mainly secured by the small mass of land but pop those inflatables and the foundation will start to crumble.

The soldier set in in a vintage elevator and closed the door. I stood up trying to open it, except him his metal hand clenched the iron rail and bent it. My eyes widen looking at the masked figure. He pulled back and left joining the fight. Through the iron rods, I watched the battle seeing the conflict between Shield and possibly Hydra.

"Avery, where are you!" Mr. Coulson shouted.

"Up here, in the elevator!" I exclaimed.

"Stay where you are!" he ordered.

The Soldier leaned over the rail and fired his gun. There was a loud explosion, abruptly shifting the entire building. Staring-down, the inflatables were shot. The building was not able to support its weight making water flooding in. Turning roughly, caused the elevator to drop to a floor. I cried out, bracing myself till it stopped. Quickly, I tried to find a way to break free. Once more it was impossible to get the door to open.

One Agent came over telling me to stand back. He put something on the door, a cylinder with a red button. A bomb, oh please be a small bomb. Before he could detonate, the Soldier snapped his neck. The agent managed to set the little bomb off destroying the iron cage. The soldier steps back, the visors broken from the blast. He yanked them off, revealing half of his face. His blue eyes were staring at me, pupils dilated. His metal hand reaches forward, except the elevator fell backward crashing to the other side of the wall. I braced myself for the impact. Before I could comprehend the collision, the lever broke plummeting the lift down to the watery abyss.

"Avery!"

I felt like the water was sucking me in, jerking me down deep as if it was determined to consume me. I knew right away I need to get to the escape hole. But the water pouring in, the restraints limiting my balance plummeted. The bitter water of grew was in every direction; there was no visibility. I could feel the downward pull as the cage continued to sink. I fought hard to keep my breath in, to keep my lips sealed to store the last amount of oxygen.
The deeper I went, the intensity of the pressure. The oxygen fading for each passing second. My heart was pounding with panic. Lungs were crying out for air. In all the murkiness, a glint of a shimmer caught my eye. Until darkness consumed me...

.o0o.

Each step was painful.

People stared at me in shock steeping aside. Many languages were whispering in their assumptions about what happened. I ignored their tongues, holding my arms close leaving a trail of droplets behind me. The walk in bare feet upon the cobblestones. The roughness was digging into flesh. Shock kept the pain away from reaching the hotel.

The receptionist's eyes widen. "Stai bene, Signorina?"

"Caduta nei canali," I whispered.

The receptionist nodded leaving the desk and came back with a towel. He continued to speak yet the haze blocked the translation. Merely guided me to the room and opened the door for me. I mumbled a thank you, before going inside and shutting the door locking it. Securely in, my legs collapsed, and sobs escaped.

He's dead.

My father is dead.

All because of me.

All because of some military research accident that left exposure to my mother. And now both parents are dead. My mother from delivering me and now my father from protecting me. I wished I died in the womb so none of this could happen. Let them mourn a miscarriage, but both of them would be alive and not targeted by SHIELD and HYDRA.

Dad's voice was in my head told me to shower, res,t and leave in first light. So with much strength, I stumbled to the bathroom starting a shower. Tossing the drenched clothes on the tile and step into the scalding water. The thought of what happened after the confrontation was a mystery. The last thing I remember was drowning in the murky water. I saw a glint of silver before the darkness won. Then there was pounding on my chest, forceful air down my throat. Someone was performing CPR. By some miracle, the person brought me back to life, except as I cough up the water the rescuer left in a flash. Never got a chance to see his or her face. If it were HYDRA or that Soldier, he would have taken me to god knows where. If it were Mr. Coulson or an Agent of SHIELD, then I would be on some train or plane by now getting better treatment and sent back to America. But here I am.

When the water grew cold, I got out of the shower wrapping a towel around my frail figure. Looking at the fogged up mirror, using my hand to wipe it clean, a clear sign of bruising was forming on my chest, along with my jaw, and lips.

"Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, did the Hulk gave me CPR?" I whispered to myself.

Sighing, I dried off and changed into comfortable clothing. I made sure the windows were locked, curtains clothed and doors locked. There was so much exhaustion that begs to sleep. However, I need to prepare for departure. I went through my father's things, grabbing whatever that was useful from his wallet, clothing, and other things to remember him by. I repacked my pack before collapsing into a deep sleep.

When I wake, I left the hotel and getting on the first train to wherever to take me. All that matter is getting away from the chaos.

.o0o.

Asia was where I hid. Spent in countries where the government wasn't under in high demand. Such countries like Russia, China, and North Korea was a mandatory no. I spent time in South Korea, learning the language with ease, also in Laos, and Vietnam. When my traveling friends asked me through our Messenger group if I was interested in Thailand for New Years and a month, I said sure. Dad and I intended to go there.

We celebrated New Year's Eve on a river cruise in Bangkok, then a week later we were Chiang Mai. The next few days were great, seeing the temples and elephant sanctuary. On January tenth, we ate at a local market; I noticed one vendor had a small TV playing C-SPAN. I told everyone to stop and turn up the volume. The vendor did so, as It talked about a terrorist attack in DC on the bridge. The footage could be seen from civilians who were brave enough to record, seeing the same men who tried to abduct me a while back and killed my father. There stood the Soldier holding an assault rifle. It took a lot of energy to suppress my emotions. My international friends were concerned and said sorry, but said that the president was safe.

Over the next few days, I paid attention to the news. Learning that Captain America was now a wanted fugitive. The new military system of air support going down, and to my relief, that HYDRA was the culprit in the recent acts of terrorism thanks to Captain America saving the day with a few members of the Avengers. Although there was a national security around the world to keep sight of a new mercenary known as the Winter Soldier.


Sorry for the long wait. My computer died and took forever to save the hard drive and retrieve this story. Hopefully, you all enjoy the story and thank you for reading.

Fight scene was inspired by 007 Casino Royal

Translation:

Stai bene, Signorina? :Are you okay, Miss?

Caduta nei canali,: Fell in the canals

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