James held the rifle steady, waiting for the command to shoot one of the men he was through the scope. This was what he excelled at. He was very very good at hand to hand combat but no one could match him at sharp shooting. Every time he looked through the scope, he felt like a god-holding the lives of each target in his hands. It bothered him from time to time, killing people from far away, they never even got the satisfaction of seeing who did it. But he supposed it was better in a way. They don't feel any fear or horrid anticipation. One minute they lived, the next they died.
His ear piece chirped and he pulled the trigger but his shot went wide. The same man with the uniform and the shield showed up and knocked into him making him miss. James whipped out a nasty Bowie knife and immediately pressed the attack.
"Stop Bucky, it's me Steve!" The man yelled desperately, only ducking and dodging, refusing to engage.
James frowned, "Stop saying that! I don't know who Bucky is!" He flew at the man with a blinding offense. The knife flashed and danced from hand to hand cutting the man on his leg, forearm and cheek. The man was fast enough to deflect life threatening blows but James was still able to land shallow cuts.
"Bucky this isn't you!" The man pleaded, "Come home, we'll get your memory back!"
We'll?
Of course, the Captain wasn't alone. The Widow leapt on his back and tazed him in the neck. The nanobots that were injected in him worked frantically to dissipate the electrical energy. It worked and he wasn't affected by the tazer but the Widow didn't know that.
He fell to his knees and heard her yell, "Steve, it's ok! I got him, he's not hurt just subdued!" She got off him and turned her back. Big mistake. James grabbed a small hidden knife in his boot and rushed at the Widow's unprotected back. Her instincts were amazing and she tried to dance away but his velocity was too great. He stabbed her, slipping the knife between her ribs and angled upwards trying to get to her heart.
Bullets rained down and James heard a voice above him. "Steve, Nat's down! Bucky stabbed her!" James grabbed the woman, lifted her bodily and threw her at the man with wings with all his strength. The bird man rushed to swoop her out of danger and James made a break for it. The mission was a failure but Hydra didn't expect Captain America to show up after Bane had beat the shit out of his team. Clearly. James was the only one not completely beat to hell. His team lay groaning and dying while Barsad rushed about injecting those with the most severe injuries with the nanobots and flinging gauze and bandages to the rest. Eclypsa was in for a long night.
James shook his head. He needed to speak to Eclypsa, seeing that man was stirring up too many confusing emotions and he was woefully unprepared to deal with them.
James showered in the locker room and headed up to their rooms dripping water. Inside he saw her dressed in a silky kimono drinking tea, legs gracefully draped over the arm of the armchair she lounged in. Eclypsa smiled at him but she seemed to be a million miles away.
"Eclypsa, I need to talk to you, I'm-I'm really confused," James started hesitantly. Eclypsa nodded and moved to sit with him on the couch. "Tell me, James. Maybe I can help?" She sat very near him and laced their fingers together.
"Captain America keeps calling me Bucky. It's not my name but it seems so familiar. The it's like I know, but don't know." James frowned, it wasn't the first time it happened. After sex, he went to shave and after he finished he dropped his razor in shock. James saw himself-but not the present him-he was wearing a olive green uniform with shiny buttons and medals with a cap perched at a jaunty angle on his head. His hair was much shorter, groomed and he was clean shaven. The biggest difference was his eyes. His eyes were clear with joy and pride, untouched by the darkness and pain inside. The sight made him so jealous he felt sick.
"Maybe it was a nickname?" She suggested. "It could've been your last name or something," Eclypsa snuggled closer and dropped her head on his broad shoulder. He looped his arm around her but she flinched. Worry rose, "Is it because I killed?" He asked dejectedly, moving away. Eclypsa laughed and kissed him, "No, you clod, your metal arm is freezing!" James grinned with stupid relief.
He sombered, "This Captain America really seems to know me and I knew a Steve but I don't think he looks anything like the Steve I knew. I just want answers." Eclypsa thought about it for a minute before replying. "Maybe this Captain actually knows something. He's tried several times to reach out to you. I think you should give it a shot. Arrange a one on one and have a conversation. You have nothing to lose." James was glad she was there to help him sort things out. With his memories in tatters and the control Hydra held over him, every time he woke from the ice, he lost more of himself. But being with Eclypsa, her fire melted the ice encapsulating him and his personality started coming back.
Eclypsa seemed to have something on her mind and he asked her, "What's wrong?" Her raven brows knitted together, "While Bane was on some sedatives, um, he told me stuff. Stuff that he kept hidden and I don't know what to do with that information." James sat up, "Is it about you? Did he threaten you?" His voice deepened dangerously. Eclypsa sensed the tension and quickly said, "No nothing like that. You can't cross him James. Not without help, he's a zealot and those kinds of people will achieve their goals or die trying while bringing everyone with them down. No, I'll tell you later, you need to cool off first," but James was already rising. Eclypsa's mind raced to stop him.
"How 'bout a blow job?" She smiled seductively. It worked, distracted, James looked down at her and quirked a brow.
