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He had just dismantled someone. They were laying on the ground, dead, by the use of his own body to end his life. That was the combat he had learned, and that was the combat he needed to succeed. He had always learned that guns were the way of the future, but surely, not the way of stealth.

The room was so quiet, and he was so proud. He did it. But now was no time to lose, now was the time to—.

Down. He was down. He felt himself fall immediately as a fist came to meet his abdomen and punch the air out of his lungs. For a moment, there was nothing to breathe. It was like suffocation from the amount of strength used to completely take away his breath. His back fell into a wooden carton, smashing into it rather loudly.

Shit.

He felt his heart racing as his hand instinctively came up to block a throw. He noticed the red band on the arm that threw the attack, and realized that he was in arms with a Nazi Patrol. A second one that he clearly didn't see coming. He heard the man hiss at him, before another knee came up to shoot him in the gut.

His teeth gritted, and his eyes fell shut. Another knock to the face. This time, he had no way to stop it. The fist landed right in his cheek, and at the impact he bit down on his tongue. Instantly, blood began to gush from the wound and for a moment, he thought he lost his mouth entirely. The red goo began to seep from his lips, sliding down his chin and dripping as he felt something grip his hard.

His eyes flashed open to meet a pair of bright, menacing gray hues and blonde hair covered by a hat. The face was strong featured, with a sharp nose and defined cheeks. The german sneered with his long teeth, cursing something in a foreign tongue.

The soldier had nothing else to do but use his legs, attempting to keep the fight as silent as possible. A knee raised with all his strength, and he attempted to dismantle the German with whatever he could.

A knife. He still had a knife.

Reaching behind his body, he withdrew a silver blade and flipped it in his hand. Taking a familiar stance, he lunged forward with the pointed object and began a dance. A dance that ended with the butt of a gun to his forehead. Why wasn't the German firing and killing him?

Gunpowder. They were surrounded by gunpowder and if the German fired, they'd all be dead. The German was as weaponless and he was.

Regardless, his vision was starting to blur. Things were getting worse as he felt his body collide with the ground. There was a shooting pain in his abdomen, and he felt blood seeping from a wound he did not know he had. When was he hit? He was bleeding. It was like a shooting sensation that made his body curl at the pain. He was stabbed, and by the looks of it, it was with his own blade.

More blood choked up from his mouth, making it difficult to breathe. He gasped for air as his lungs begged for it, praying for some form of burst of energy to stop this. Everything was over if he failed. He was going to die.

He saw the German remove the knife from his side, his gifted silver blade, and point it right in between his eyes. The blonde man whispered something in a german tongue, before diving down with the metal to end it.

The soldier closed his eyes.

Nothing came. No pain. No darkness. No light. Nothing. Nothing changed. He was holding his breath, and when he opened it, he saw something beautiful.

It was a woman. A woman with soft brown hair, framing her face. Her skin was that of pearls, and her eyes were electric blue in hue. She was leaning over him and gently caressing his face, whispering words from full lips that he couldn't hear. She kept moving in and out of focus, and all he could do was think of how pretty she was, and how he wanted to take her dancing.

He really wanted to take her dancing.

He felt life breathe into him. Slowly, surely, his eyes began to peel open from the frosty state that they normally were in. His lungs rose slowly, inflating with air that was slowed down in cryofreeze. His heartbeat was a low thump, and he felt sharp needles in his left arm that fed him the tools in which he needed to awake with. His gaze fell on a man in a white lab coat directing him to stand from his frozen coffin. He didn't recognize the face of the man.

He kept thinking of his dream. Did he have a dream? Could he dream? Did he often dream while frozen? He didn't know. He didn't know anything besides that he woke up from a dream. He didn't know what happened in the dream. He didn't remember anything, but a pair of blue eyes that seemed so worried and yet so empty.

There is nothing there.

"He seems distracted," A voice spoke aloud as the man stepped out a few feet from the frozen casket.

"He could be simply taking longer to awake than usual."

The man in the white lab coat approach him, shining a light into his eye. Suddenly, he felt a poke into his back. A gun. Without hesitation, he swirled around the snapped the gun in half, throwing the man that dared to threaten him against the nearest wall.

He was breathing heavily now, and when he turned around, found himself extremely focused on a man in a blue suit. The man was staring at him with a small grin on his lips. He hated that grin. He hated that man when he spoke, "Wipe him to start with, then. He needs to be focused for the kill of Nick Fury."

"Come on Barnes, don't you dare give up on me," Essie whispered, her hands finding the pressure point in where he was sliced. The point of giving him a goddamn blade was so that other people die, not him. It was supposed to protect him. She had ran as quietly as she could to where she heard the fight, quickly disarming the Nazi and ending his life. But, it wasn't fast enough, as Bucky was stabbed. She pressed down as hard as she needed to stopping the bleeding, but found that the sticky red substance was beginning to pool.

He needed to get out of there.

Her ears listened into the heartbeats of the warehouse, hearing 9. Two more patrols were still out there then, and if they heard or saw any of this, it'd all be over.

Essie didn't have a choice though. She needed to move with Bucky or else he'd bleed out. And in a few hours, this place was going to blow. How much did she trust the Howling Commando's to finish the job? She didn't have a choice in the matter… They had to pull through at meet at the rendezvous point in 3 hours time before the sun rose.

She gave Bucky 10 minutes before she lost him, and it was a 25 minute walk to safety. She had to go.

"Come on," she whispered, grabbing his limp body and hauling it over her shoulders like a cape. She had one way of making it fast enough, and she wasn't too sure if her body had the strength to do it after the time jump only two weeks ago.

She had to power up The Stone, because it was their best shot.

Essie was about to move from the warehouse, but she noticed a glimmering object on the floor. Quickly, she swept it up as she hauled Bucky's dying body to the back exit of the armory.

There was no time to waste. Essie inhaled deeply, letting her eyes fall shut as she honed into the very cells of her body. Each of them sparked with a blue energy, and her once solid black catsuit began to light up with intricate designs that almost looked like the inside of a circuit. Lines that connected to circles and other lines, decorating her entire form like a flow of energy. She felt the power, and when her eyes flashed open, they were glowing every shade of blue.

Faster.

Essie's body began to move so fast, bursting through the metal fence and through the forest at lightening speed. Her hands focused on holding the body on her shoulders to her. She felt fire burn up in her legs as slow embers attacked her muscles. She just had to move. She had to move fast.

Faster.

She couldn't let him die. She felt him slipping away from her and she couldn't let him goddamn die. Her mind was racing, calculating trees to distance to patrols(not that they could catch her) to the ending location to Bucky. Everything was racing, and she felt like she was burning. The Stone used up every ounce of energy she had, begging for her life each time it was activated. The Stone, living within her, gave her great strength, and each time with a price that one day could only be repaid with her own death.

Faster.

Essie had to keep him alive.

She really had no obligation to save him, in the matter. She could've came here, fucked things up for lack of a better term, and not cared. She never had really before, and her methods were so careless and lethal— whatever resulted in the highest body count in the fastest way that got the job done.

And yet here Agent S was, running through a Nazi forest with a dying soldier on her back, killing herself to save him. She never played the hero.

Yes, Bucky had saved her from the Kasserine Pass, and yes, he was the only person who laughed with ease with her around. He also was the only person who saw her in her bloodshed, and still treated her like a person. He was… a friend. She didn't have those. She had Dean, and that was it.

And if Dean were about to die in 2015, she sure as hell would do what she was doing right now. She would die for those that made her feel a bit more human to her lifeless, uncaring self.

Essie knew she couldn't hold out for much longer, and running as many miles as quickly as she did was certainly not something she did regularly. But, without a doubt, straight ahead was the hill that was out of Nazi territory with a clear sight of the enemy base camp below. With every ounce of strength she had left, she pushed through to the very top of the hill.

Immediately, when she got to the top, she laid Bucky down. Her body was still vibrating with energy that was sucking away her life, and Bucky had no more than minutes. Inhaling deeply, she placed her hands on Bucky's chest and began to will as much of her strength as she could to the dying man.

She pushed as much as herself and the energy of The Stone into Bucky, using it as the last lifeline to save him. She needed him to survive. It was Bucky.

It was good ol' Bucky.

Essie gasped for air, her gaze losing focus, and her body growing weaker. The blue lines on her suit began to fade away, and her electric hue in her eyes melted away into her normal tone. Blood seeped from her nose, ears, and mouth from the pressure on her brain to do the job. Her lids grew heavy, and before Essie could tell if Bucky was okay, she collapsed into blackness.

It is to be made.

The perfect soldier.

A soldier without fear.

Without lust.

Without opinion.

Without reason beyond death.

A super soldier.

A soldier to kill the girl with blue eyes.

A soldier to serve HYRDA now.

A soldier to serve HYDRA forever.

HAIL HYDRA.

Bucky awoke with a start. He faintly saw the sun's ray's peaking into his eyelids, and his vision focused on a sky just getting its start to the day. The ground was nice, and slightly wet from dew. It smelled nice. It smelled clear and full of fresh air. He felt amazing. He felt like he woke up on a feather bed, surrounded in the fluffiest, coldest blanket that his body craved and curled into. He felt clear of mind, and his lips curved up into a smile. If this was heaven, he would stay here. He would never leave.

But, the happiness was short lived when realization set in. Bucky immediately shot upwards, noticing that he wasn't where he was a supposed to be. He was supposed to be with the Howling Commandos. He was supposed to be… But he wasn't.

There was someone that attacked him. Bucky's brows furrowed as his hand fell to his chin, feeling dried blood. Didn't he bite his tongue practically off? He stuck it out, noticing it felt completely normal. And… wasn't he stabbed in the gut?

Bucky instantly raised his shirt to reveal that there was just again, dried blood, but no wound. There was nothing there and he could've sworn he was hit. Why was he at the rendezvous point already? It was just starting for the sun to rise…

And then, he noticed her. Laying very still beside him was her. Agent S. Her chest was slowly rising upwards, labored. Dried blood decorated her from her ears, mouth, and noise. Why was she bleeding from… her ears and nose— Unless she was hit in the face but there was no sign of bruising. Also, why was she asleep when he was asleep? It seemed unlike her to be so off guard and careless.

Bucky moved over to her, gazing down. She looked so… normal. She looked like an average girl sleeping, dreaming. Did she dream? Could someone who did such horrible things dream of nice things? Did she dream about dancing? Did she dream about her family?

He wondered what it was like for her with her family, with friends, with people… When did she realize she was strong? When did she realize she was not Essie, but Agent S?

…What was her real name?

Bucky's vision swept over her sleeping face, noticing how pale her cheeks were and how long her lashes were against her face. He noticed how smooth her skin looked, and how the flesh wasn't marred with scars. Bucky frowned at the blood on her face, and couldn't help but gently use his sleeve to rub away the hardened red flecks against her upper lip. His other hand came up to rest against her cheek, steading her face as he pushed away most of dried blood. The red coloring was still there, but at least she looked a bit more like herself by the time he finished.

He noticed how cold her face was, and then, realized that her entire temperature was like ice. His fingers trailed down her neck, pushing away the collar of the jumpsuit to rest on her pulse. It was the slowest, lagging pulse he had ever felt. It was like she was dead.

"Essie?" Bucky said aloud, letting his hand once more find her cheek. He cupped it so carefully as he leaned over her form. His other hand reached up to brush brown strands of hair away from her face. She looked… beautiful. But beauty kills.

Within seconds, before Bucky could blink, he felt a cold blade pressed to his neck and a grip tightly twisting his hand away. His eyes were wide, meeting the gaze of a very awake, and very… frightened Essie. Her expression was wild, and her breathing was deep and quick. It was as if she just woke up from a nightmare and was extremely alert.

For a moment, Essie was about to kill him, and the next, he felt the pressure of the blade being lifted from his neck, and his hand released.

"God damnit Bucky!" Essie hissed, sheathing her blade into her waistband as she turned away from him, now sitting on the hill with one knee up as an arm rest. She folded her arms on her knee, and then her forehead to her arms. She was breathing deeply, and Bucky noticed her back rising and falling much more rapidly than before.

He grabbed his wrist, giving it a slight rub from her hold, before informing,"You weren't really breathing."

Essie did not answer.

He heard her panting, but couldn't see it from her long hair shielding her face. He watched her curiously, and wondering what the hell was going through her mind.

They sat like that for a while. Bucky looking out over the trees and to the camp that was about to implode at any moment. The Howling Commandos should be on their way to where he was now, and the Allies in the surrounding forrest. At any moment, the battle would begin.

He looked to Agent S, who now too, was looking over the forest. Her knees had dropped out straight, and she leaned back onto her arms. One hand came up to her waist as she pulled out a familiar silver blade, handing it to the soldier,"You dropped this before."

Bucky frowned, extending his arm out to grasp the knife that she had given him. How did she find this? He dropped it when he tried attacking the patrol. Holding the silver in his palm, staring at it, he realized what had happened.

"You saved me."

Essie didn't smile. She just watched him carefully, letting the breeze whip around her brown locks. And ever so slightly, she nodded her head. Bucky gripped the knife tightly,"Thank you."

The woman simply responded,"I wasn't going to let you die."

"You could've."

"I wouldn't have."

"Why?" Bucky spoke lowly, putting the blade away into his waist pocket.

Essie inhaled deeply,"You're an innocent man who I brought on this mission. I wasn't going to—"

"No, Essie," Bucky interrupted, knowing very well that was what any leader would say. No man left behind. No one dying on their commander's watch. Everyone lives.

Her watched her lips part ever so slightly as her breathing finally slowed. Bucky bitterly laughed,"I'm just another body for the US army. I'm nothing important to the finality of the war, nor will I ever matter in the future. I'm just a guy and you saved me."

Bucky found his body closer to her. He noticed a slight glaze in her eyes, as if there were a layer of wetness, but perhaps it was simply a reflection.

"You saved me before," Essie lightly replied, giving him a playful punch to the arm,"Give yourself credit."

But her wrist was grasped gently by the hand of Bucky before she could pull away. She felt through her suit a warm heat of his grip on hers. Normally, this would end badly for whomever was holding her, but instead, she simply watched the hold and then, found Bucky's gaze.

He was staring at her with everything she could imagine. She felt empathy and hope in his eyes. She felt compassion, lust, generosity. She felt… forgiveness.

There was nothing in her eyes when you looked at her, and yet she saw the whole world in his.

Her cold heart beat just a bit faster, as if it decided to turn on the old wheels of who she once was. She frowned, and felt for once weakened by someone's stare. It was like he was seeing so deep into her, and her cheeks began to heat up in a way she hadn't ever experienced. It was like he was setting little flames in her cheeks, like fire to a sensation that tingled throughout her chest. She found her breathing deeper, and his gaze so powerful.

He had so much life in him. He radiated promise, and she was anything but. Essie turned her cheek, finding that she was melting under his gaze. A hand found her chin, and turned her jaw once more to look back.

Essie washed over his face, smeared very lightly with the remains of black paint from the night. She embedded the expression of lightness into her mind, imprinting a memory she might never have again from Bucky Barnes.

"I've done terrible things," she whispered.

"Not to me," Bucky easily responded, brushing her hair out of her face.

"I will," Essie faintly spoke,"I kill everyone I touch."

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as his thumb ran over her cheek,"I'm going to prove you wrong."

"You won't."

Essie searched him for any doubt in his eyes, and found none. Why was he so certain? She felt his breath tickling her lips as he whispered,"Watch me."

Bucky leaned forward, allowing his lips to gently brush against hers with a coaxing motion that pulled her into him. He didn't feel her respond immediately, but surely enough he felt how soft her lips were against him. Her mouth molded to his after realizing what was happening, and Essie began leaning in, letting herself relish in the smoothness of his mouth. Essie's hand pressed against his toned chest, trailing upwards to the base of his neck. Without even realizing it, the same hand began to wind into his short hair at the base of his neck, needing him closer to her.

His hand pulled at her waist, tightening his grip and feeling the toned muscles hidden beneath her noir layer of her clothing. He felt the smallness of her waist, the strength of her back… The sensation of her touching him so gently when he knew it was foreign to her made his insides tingle.

She was letting him in.

A soldier. A man and nothing more. She saved him and brought him into her world. She was getting warmer the more his lips captured hers, letting his tongue gently trail along her lip before sweetly biting it. He heard the lightest gasp escape from Essie's throat and he craved to make it happen once more.

Bucky smiled against her lips as he swept across her mouth again, his hand reaching up and tangling into her hair. He kept his hold on her waist, pulling her more into his lap as she continuously relishing in the taste of him.

He was the sweetest thing, and Essie felt herself herself falling into his touch. She had never been… held in the way Bucky was holding her. She had only been intimate as a means to get something, and it was empty. But now? Her body was burning with a powerful, trembling sensation that had her gasping for air.

Essie could feel herself seizing under the pure ecstasy of his mouth, and she almost couldn't take it. No one should ever kiss her.

But he did.

Essie gasped against him, pulling away only a few inches to stare up into him as they both attempting to catch their breath. She was entranced in his beautiful, sparkling blue eyes where every flick of light glittered in the rising sun's rays. It was like he saw her. It was like Bucky saw into her.

Bucky would never know what Essie gave up to save him that night. With all her reserved energy, Essie gave up every bit of strength she would have to return to the future anytime soon. She didn't know why she saved him… Maybe it was to make up for all the things she had done wrong. Maybe, it was because she wanted to prove to herself that she wasn't all bad. Or maybe, she saved Bucky Barnes because she just wanted to.

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