I just brain stormed a bit more for this story. I'm predicting its going to be about 17-18 chapters long. Just so everyone knows, it WILL go pre-Winter Soldier and then post-Winter Soldier soon.
Also, apologizes for the horrible German accent I write in here for Rauff, but I hope you can understand!
Enjoy!
She was rather enjoying her time with Bucky Barnes, relaxing, and finding out his best friend is Captain America before he was juiced with gamma radiation. Bucky didn't say much about himself, but he did show that he was kind and compassionate. It was the kind of compassion she often thought of when she thought of Dean. Dean, who looked after her, tended to her wounds, saved her, and gave her intel from afar.
Dean was her guardian angel, and now, she couldn't imagine what he was going through. He probably thought she was dead. What would he do? She took him out of his prime to find a real job. Maybe he'd work for the CIA? Do something with his knowledge? Revolutionize the world against alien tech?
She took a kid out into the dirty world of her own, and then left him. He was alone.
Lost in thought, Essie found herself mindlessly drawing the markings of the stone onto the floor. They were etched onto her suit when she let her body give into the power, making her stronger, faster… When they glowed, her abilities were twice as prominent and she was even more lethal than before.
It made her lose control, and often resulted in her nearly dying. Dean was always there to pick up the pieces. She used her abilities with the price of her life. Perhaps she was slowly dying from the use, but regardless, she was able to do what needed to be done.
Essie hesitated. The ground seemed to tremble under her fingertips. She felt through the soil the movement of the Earth, the shift of the grass as tanks plowed through the land not too far away. She knew it was the enemy. She just knew. Agent S had this way of predicting the enemy's next move— whether it was because she thought like the enemy or because she was not your average soldier.
"The camp," Essie choked, her eyes widening with urgency as she shot a look to Bucky,"There is going to be an attack."
"What?" Bucky replied, his brows furrowing in confusion. It was as if the concept didn't fully register to him, but Agent S knew.
Agent S' jaw locked,"I felt it. Through the ground. They'll be here any second. We have to move."
Bucky was filled with questions, but clearly, without time to have them answered. He shot upwards, as did the woman, and the two began to dash forward across the clearing and towards the edge of the base just as the sound of a gun went off. And then, there were many shots fired.
"Wait," Essie said aloud, stopping along the edge of a tent with Bucky in tow. They were on the edge of the base, and surveying the scene. She peaked around the edge and saw that she was too late.
Allied men were being lined up and hoarded by Nazi troops, rolling in via tanks and cars. The troops were screaming, trying to fight back, but were held at point blank by the enemy. A man in full black uniform, a high ranked officer, walked out of one of the cars and to the crowd. On his arm was a red band, bearing the swastik sign. His suit was highly decorated in medals and golden emblems, all symbolizing his affiliation. The allied troops went silent as he approached, staring at the man in disbelief as they settled on the ground in a large clump.
"Vhere iz your lead-ah?" He said aloud, his german accent thick in his throat and echoing through the air,"I believe-z Colonel Philips iz here, iz he not?"
The men stared with no answer, but disgust read on their expressions.
Essie glanced behind her to Bucky,"See those tanks over there at my 3? I'm going to knock those out. When that happens, I think you guys will know what to do."
"Grab guns and fire," Bucky responded with a sense of urgency. He wasn't even going to ask how she was planning on taking down the tanks, but for some reason, he knew she could do it. But his mind was buzzing. He just hoped his instinct would kick in when the time was right.
Agent S grinned,"You got it. Wait here… you'll know when to go." And just like that, she slipped in between a tent behind them and disappeared as quiet as a mouse.
Bucky inhaled deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. God, this was really bad. Nazi's at an Allied base camp? A secret agent-alien of sorts as their only hope? This was just… crap.
The soldier scooted forward carefully, his back skimming the edge of the tent just as Essie's was moments before, as he peaked out from behind to watch for his signal.
"Iz zis not ze Americans?" The German man said aloud, his arms clasped behind his back firmly as he paced. More and more men of all nations(British, French, American) were added to the pile one by one by Germans, creating a large group he was preaching towards. They all watched him with the same face of hatred, but none of them would attack with the tanks behind him. 4 tanks, bulletproof, idiot-proof, and here simply to scare them. Colonel Walter Ruff of the German SS army was not here to play around, after all.
He wanted Philips— the bastard. That man was a pain in the ass and Rauff wanted his head. He wanted to take him down and make the American's scared, but clearly, they didn't want to cooperate.
"Oh, I should 'ave know. All you-z are stupid," Rauff sneered, his emerald hues narrowing.
"YOUR ACCENT'S STUPID."
The voice was somewhere in the crowd, and Rauff couldn't pinpoint as to where it was coming from. But, it made him chuckle lowly.
"Ah, zis iz very inter-vesting. You-z all are very loyal to your lead-ah, and yet he vill let you die? Vhat kind of lead-ah iz zhat? Hm?" Rauff probed, his strong jaw tightening as he saw none of them would budge. Rauff continued to pace.
"Oh Colonel Philips! Hello from zeh Nazi's!" Rauff said aloud, raising his hand to his mouth and giving a shout,"Vill you come out and play?"
The wind rustled in the neighboring tree, and no one moved to reveal the location of Colonel Philips. In fact, everyone became that much stiller. Walter Rauff frowned greatly, before a gunshot was fired. A man in the front row, and american soldier, fell down dead by Rauff's gun. The body crumpled forward, and blood seeped out of the wound and into the soil. The men around the now deceased soldier shook in fear, but wore faces of pride for their fallen man.
Walter Rauff smirked darkly, searching the crowd of shocked faces and shaken up humans. He flashed his teeth, chuckling,"For each minutez zhat goes by vithout Colonel Philip's surrender, I vill kill another rat of zeh Allies."
"YOUR SCUM!"
"V-urds v-urds and threats, never mean any-zing to me if zhey are empty," Rauff preached, lifting his chin up higher. Words and threats… What a pity. What a pathetic lot the Americans rounded up to defend their nation. They sat their with their big eyes and loud mouths without any power.
Rauff sighed, pressing his lips together into a smile as he raised his gun again,"Shall ve try numb-ah two?"
However, just as Rauff placed his gun on the next soldier's head, an explosion went off. Rauff turned around behind him to see one of Germany's indestructible tanks ablaze. Parts of it rocked into the sky, and the entire thing burst upwards. The metal exploded outwards, and the trunk of the tank detached onto the ground. The tank itself rocked onto its side and the tracker wheels were frozen as the center blazed.
Rauff's mouth went dry as the fire's reflection shimmered in his eyes,"Impozzible."
The entire machine was sparking into flames, and he could barely see a blur run out from one tank and to the next. A figure had jumped extremely high and swung upwards, using the trunk of the tank as a middle ground, and onto the roof. With unreal strength, the same figure tore off the metal top to the tank and jumped inside. Screams were heard, and then, that tank then too, exploded into shards as did its predecessor.
The Americans, French, and British were standing up in disbelief, their eyes widened by the act and shock reading along their faces. However, nothing rallied them more than Bucky Barnes, appearing out of virtually nowhere and screaming the battle cry,"GET THEM!"
Within seconds, Rauff was running. The Allies began to push back. The fight began, and man went after man. Fist and fist. Leg with punch. Everyone began to push back regardless of they didn't have their firearms. Some men immediately ran to the armory and grabbed everything they could. Those same men armed as many soldiers as possible before returning to the armory again and repeating the same act.
The entire squadron was battling. Not a single man wasn't bleeding in some way, or fighting someone, or defending their honor. Bucky was fighting hand to hand, before miraculously stealing a gun off a deceased german and using that to help protect himself.
There was so much fire, screaming, and blood everywhere. Bodies were dropping, German and American alike. Smoke was raising and blackening the air, making it harder to see. However, through the cloud, Bucky saw it. Bucky saw her.
She was violent… More violent than with anything he's ever seen. Blood splattered across her face, soaking her in a ruby war paint. Her hair was fallen down her back, but soaked in the maroon liquid of her fight. She had removed the oversized shirt that was lent to her, leaving only the slightly baggy pants and the white wraps that secured her like a corset. The bandages too, were red, but Bucky doubted it was her blood. The only weapon she had was a single knife. It was with that blade that she slit throat after throat, wiping around herself like nothing he's ever seen.
She cart-wheeled into a man, kicking his gun out of his grip and when she returned to stand, stabbing him deeply at the base up to his neck. She carved the line deep downwards through his flesh and into his belly. Instantly, she grabbed the dying german's arm, and flung the body in front of her with unreal strength, and used it as a body shield for the next german attacker.
Within seconds, she slid down onto her knees, flipped upwards, and caught the attacking German with her thighs. Using her strength, she wrapped his head with legs and brought him downwards before snapping his neck.
It seemed so effortless as she twisted and turned, killing one man after the next with such skill and accuracy. Her knife work was unreal, and the way she moved was the skill of something Bucky has never seen before. She flipped the blade and caught it with ease, ducking and slamming the tip deep into German throats, eyes, roof's of mouths… In the clouds, he watched in disbelief as she moved. But what struck him even moreso, was when a German ran straight for her and all Essie did was ram her hand right through the man's chest.
Bucky froze.
All he could see was the red blood seeping down Essie's hand, pushed through the ribcage of the German and through the other side of his body. The 200-lb man was off his feet, dangling on Agent S' arm, and dead. She was strong enough to lift him with ease before she shook the body off her. And then, she saw him. Bucky could see more now through the clouds, and he saw Agent S staring at him with blank eyes as the german body collapsed onto the ground. It was as if time stopped for that moment as they saw one another.
"Look at her eyes, Bucky. It's all black. There is nothing there."
The noise seemed to disappear from the fight, and the air grew that much thicker. The laughter, smile, and bright eyes of Essie vanished. This was Agent S. This was a murderer, and what she was doing wasn't human.
That strength, that cruelty. There was nothing in there that showed sympathy or restraint. She killed like a machine. She fought guns with her fists and a knife and won. She gauged out eyes, ripped open bodies with intestines pulsating out of the slice, tore off jaws, and moved through the human flesh as if she did it instead of breathing.
Bucky couldn't tell how many she killed. He could see the Germans thrown about on the ground, bloody and deceased. With just a glance, he saw numerous men piled around her and Bucky knew she wasn't satiated.
In the next second, she was balancing on her hands and kicking two Germans coming from either side with both her legs. The two fell backwards, and one of their legs was caught by Agent S as she flipped upwards. She hauled him into the sky and down onto his comrade, knocking them both unconscious.
Bucky thought she was going to let them live, but instead, she picked up a nearby gun and double shot each of them at point blank. She wasn't leaving anyone to tell a tale.
No one was to be left alive.
Bucky found himself combatting a few more men, leaving them injured by shooting their arms or legs, and then, the third tank went up in flames. Bucky turned to see if Essie was there in plain sight, but she wasn't. She was behind the third explosion, without a doubt. God, she was fast. It was then that he heard some German being shouted and the remaining troops were being called backwards.
The roar of victory was loud and prominent over the Allied base as the German troops were running away behind their last remaining tank and cars. The dust began to clear and the men roared up in cheers as the remaining enemies scurried away from their premises.
They had won.
German troops were being rounded up and tied up into several groupings in the aftermath. They were put in a specific POW area and watched at all times by several American soldiers. Many americans were injured by bullets, and some even faced the price of death defending their nation. The body count for the US was unwanted, but what surprised Colonel Philips was the amount of dead Germans.
Not even that, it was how the Germans were killed. Many of them had their guts spilling out from a deep knife cut, while others had their throats slit so deep that the bone showed. A fair few had their necks snapped out of place, and a final one or two had a hole ripped into their chest. It was a violent cruel way of killing that was never once taught to the American men.
It was a murderous, inhuman way of killing.
The amount of strength to snap a neck is one thing, but the strength to push through bone and to the other side of the body, regardless of thickness, is another. Philips gazed at the deceased German with the injury, shaking his head in disbelief.
"It's creative, I'll give it that," the Colonel said aloud to the neighboring doctor. He bent down, examining the deceased. "Is that his rib?"
"Uh, yes sir. I believe so. It seems as if the ribs are facing towards the back of the body, meaning whatever did this came through the front," The doctors spoke in response, standing alongside his superior.
"Whatever did this?" Colonel pestered, glancing up to the doctor,"Not who?"
"'Who' would be a rather dull question to entertain, sir. The human bone is about 4x the strength of concrete, so theoretically this 'who' would need the strength of truck of sorts," The doctor stated, bending down to the Colonel's level. He used a pencil to point out certain places on the deceased body before he continued,"Breaking ribs does not take that much pressure, but shattering them as this victim, well, that person doesn't exist, sir. I think this must be—"
"Enough," Colonel interrupted, standing up,"I don't need to hear a textbook from you."
"But, sir," The doctor pleaded, following in his superior's lead. He followed after Philips and questioned,"Do you believe this injury to be of human origin?"
Philips froze, and turned to face the black haired, short man. His old eyes narrowed as he took an intimidating step forward to the doctor. "Know your place," Philips warned,"That'll be all for now."
INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM COLONEL WALTER RAUFF, LOCATION BASE 8793:
The soldier had super strength, speed, and weapon mastery.
The soldier did not fear death, and did not question to kill others.
The soldier was strong enough to beat through the equivalent of concrete.
The soldier took down three arms tanks.
The soldier is the future.
Forward transmission to Johann Shmidt.
We must recreate this soldier.
Hail Hydra.
END TRANSMISSION
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