Hello to all! So sorry again about not updating. In all honesty, it completely slipped my mind, but I'm here now, and I think y'all will like this chapter. I really enjoyed writing it. It broke my heart, but I enjoyed it.

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Chapter Thirteen

My mind is still slightly sluggish as I get used to being ordered again, but I quickly adjust. He spoke English, so I will as well. "On December sixteenth in the year 1991, the Winter Soldier was assigned to retrieve doses of the Super Soldier Serum that was injected into Captain America. The doses were being moved by Howard and Maria Stark. As they were driving, the Winter Soldier forced them to crash. The Soldier beat Howard Stark to death and suffocated Maria Stark. There was a camera, so the Soldier shot it to fulfill his order of 'no witnesses'. Then he retrieved the doses of the Serum from the trunk of Howard and Maria Stark's car and returned to the HYDRA base."

"Well done, Soldier," the man says. "Where is the HYDRA base you returned to? Exactly where?"

"It is located underground at the top of a mountain in Siberia, Russia, in the center of the country," I answer.

"Is there anyone there now?"

"There were five other Winter Soldiers created, but the leadership of HYDRA determined that they were too dangerous and unpredictable. The five other Soldiers were put into cryogenic freeze and were never released."

"Can they be woken?"

"Yes. Through a sequence of commands imputed into a computer that the Winter Soldier is unaware of."

"Well done, Soldier," the man thanks. "Now, several people will come down here to arrest or kill me. Your orders are to fight your way out of this facility and meet me ten miles west of here. There is a helicopter on the roof, but get out any way you have to. Understood?"

"Yes," I answer.

Several soldiers dressed in black body armor break down the door of the room we are in and lift their guns as they shout.

"Protect me, Soldier," the man requests as he backs away a few steps and goes behind me.

Every soldier points their gun at me, and I grab the barrel of the one closest to me. I flip him onto his back, and the rest of the soldiers rush at me. I lift the gun and fire on each of them at the weak points in their armor. The soldiers in the room fall, but more replace them.

I walk towards them, firing the gun until it runs out. I missed a few, but they will be easily taken care of.

I use the shoulder piece of the gun and quickly hit some of the remaining soldiers on the side of the head.

A fist connects with my jaw, and I grab the hand with my left, crushing the soldier's bones. I pull him towards me and snap his neck. Several other soldiers fire on me, and I shield myself with my metal arm. I move towards them and grab the gun from the one closest to me. I flip him onto his back and use his weight and take out another soldier.

I glance out the door and find no other soldiers. I take a few steps out and turn left, checking the perimeter. Finding no soldiers, I turn back around and walk back to where the man waits.

I walk back in and watch him get on the floor. "Wait over there," he orders, gesturing to the wall behind me.

I back up and comply.

"More people will come," he informs. "I want to watch them fight you." The man lays down on the floor and glances towards the doorway. "Help me," he pleads.

Another man rushes in. "Get up," he harshly orders, grabbing the man by the collar and shoving him against the wall. "Who are you? What do you want?"

I recognize the voice. I know that I know him from somewhere.

"To see an empire fall," my handler answers as a dark-skinned, recognizable man enters the room.

I fist my left hand and swing at him, but he ducks, and my fist connects with the concrete wall, breaking off some of the stone. He swings at me, but I dodge and kick him in the gut. He doubles over, but I grab him by the throat, pulling him back up. I launch him towards the metal and glass cage, and he falls to the floor.

The man who came in first charges towards me. I swing at him, but he ducks under my fist.

I tell myself to stop. I know him. I know his name.

But my body keeps going. My body carries out my handler's order to protect him.

Steve punches my cheek, and I return it with my left hand, making him stumble backwards. I use his wavering balance to kick him in the chest, sending him to the floor.

Steve slides backwards, and I move closer.

I have to stop. This is Steve. He's not going to hurt me.

I kick towards him, but he blocks my foot with his hands, pushing me backwards. I use the momentum to spin and come back towards him to punch again. He blocks, and I move towards him, making him back up.

Steve doesn't want to hurt me, and I don't want to hurt him, but I have to. I don't want to kill him, but subduing him is still protecting my handler.

I kick Steve hard in the chest, throwing him against the closed doors of the elevator. I go to punch him, but he quickly moves to the side. My hand dents the metal of the elevator doors, and I move to punch him again. Steve grabs my hand and tries to force me away, but he can't overcome the strength in my metal arm. I thrust my arm forward and push him through the doors of the elevator. I watch him fall all the way down to the ground level.

Steve is contained. I can move on now. I fulfilled the first part of the order, and I didn't have to kill him.

I would congratulate myself, but my body still continues up the stairs.

Stop, stop, stop. Why can't I stop? Are those words really that strong?

I come out into what appears to be a cafe, and two soldiers quickly move on me. One swings at me with a rod, but I duck to the side and then again when he swings a second time. I grab his hand and rip the rod from his grasp. The second soldier swings at me with another rod, but I use the one I have and block his swings until I can hit him on the side of the head, throwing him to the ground.

The first soldier gets back up and swings at me with his fist, but I grab his hand and kick him in the knee. He cries out and falls to the floor. I throw him down, and his head hits the tiled floor hard enough to knock him out.

My handler didn't say I have to kill. I will do everything in my limited power to prevent myself from doing that, but if they fight me any harder, I think the Winter Soldier might kill them.

Another soldier pulls out a handgun and runs towards me, and I run to meet him. I rip the gun from his grasp and throw him onto one of the tables nearby. My hand lifts the gun, and I scream at myself not to pull the trigger, but my finger moves there anyways.

A sudden flash of white lights accompanied by a high-pitched ringing temporarily overwhelm my senses, and I lower the gun. My head pulses with the ring, but I'm grateful to whoever was responsible for preventing me from killing that soldier.

I glance towards where I thought the sound came from and found a short man with brown hair and neat facial hair in a grey suit.

Howard?

Stark lifts his hand and fires towards me, but I duck underneath the shot.

This man can't be Howard Stark, though he looks just like him.

I raise the gun towards him, but he blocks with a strange, high-tech red glove and tries to pull it from my hand. I pull the gun free from him, but he reaches for it again. I trade hands, pull the gun up and fire, but he covers the barrel of the gun with his metal glove.

Please, stop.

We both pull at the gun simultaneously, and the top of it is ripped free. Stark pulls back and slaps me across the face with the part of the gun he held. I return the hit by elbowing him in the nose and punching him in the gut with my left hand. The force sent Stark flying several feet away, and he crashed into one of the tables.

He has to be Tony, Howard's son. He has to be. I don't think I could take killing my friend twice.

The blonde woman from earlier who reminded me of Peggy runs up to me and tries to kick me in the side, but I block her leg. She tries again with the other leg, but I block that kick, too.

She fights like Peggy. Are they related, too?

Another woman with red hair runs up behind her and kicks me sharply in the stomach. I stumble backwards, and the blonde woman uses that to her advantage. She runs up to me and kicks me in the side, grabbing my shoulders. I use her momentum and flip her over me. She crashes down onto a table, and it crumbles under her weight.

A hand hooks underneath my arm, and the red-haired woman flips up on top of my shoulders and repeatedly hits me on the back of my neck. I move towards one of the undamaged tables bend down, throwing her onto the table. My silver hand wraps around her throat and chokes her.

Stop, stop, stop. I know her, too. I knew her in Russia, didn't I? Your name starts with an "N" I think. I know you.

She grabs at my wrist and tries to pry my hand away from her throat. "You could at least recognize me," she strains.

I do recognize you. I just can't stop. You were trying to knock me out before. Please, keep trying. I don't want to hurt you.

Something hits me in the side, pushing me away from the red-haired woman. It was that Cat Guy again, only he doesn't have the suit this time. He kicks me repeatedly, but I continually block. He doesn't leave me an opening to get him back-which is better than I had hoped for.

He comes at me with his fist, but I block with my left and swing at him with my right. He duck underneath my punch and comes at me again. He lands one on my shoulder, but I return it and block another that was heading quickly for my face. I use my left hand and punch him in the side, throwing the man to the floor several feet away. He rolls for a moment before getting back up into a crouched position that looked much like a cat.

I move away from the scene of chaos I had caused and go up the set of stairs that seem to lead to the roof.

Where's Steve? He managed to stop me last time.

Footsteps sound in front of me, and I look up as the Cat Guy jumps off of a guardrail and lands in front of me.

I don't want to kill him, but he might not give me a choice. I can't hold the Winter Soldier back.

He kicks at me, but I block with my metal arm. He spins around and kicks again, but I take a step back and dodge. I swing at him, but he ducks under my punch. I try to hit him again as he stands, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me behind him, pinning my hand.

This guy is good. He's strong. Maybe he can stop me. Someone has to.

My hand strains against his strength and manages to pull free a little, but the man brings his elbow down into my arm, flips me over him, and we both go tumbling down the stairs.

I get back up the instant I stop rolling, and the man is already throwing a punch at me. I block and try to return it, but he dodges. He comes back up and punches me in the nose, and I stumble backwards. He then spins and kicks me in the chest. The force threw me over the guardrail, and I fell several feet to the floor.

I spot the closed doors of an elevator, and I instantly get up and run towards it. I pry the doors apart and grab the wires of the elevator box. I climb up the wire to the next floor. My right arm is aching, but my left is fine. It's always fine.

I hold onto the wire with my right hand and open the elevator doors of the next level with my left. Once the doors are open, I use the wire to swing myself onto the floor. I find the stairwell quickly and run up the rest of the way to the roof.

The door is locked, so I kick it sharply, and the door immediately gives way. I march up the stairs to the landing pad and rip off the cord that kept the helicopter secured. I get in, close the door and strap myself in, looking to see if anyone followed me.

I wouldn't mind if they did. They could prevent me from leaving.

I start up the helicopter and raise it off the landing pad. The door bursts open, and I look to find Steve racing towards me.

Anyone but him. Even Wilson or Cat Guy. He might have gotten me to stop last time, but I don't want to kill him.

Steve jumps up and grabs the landing rail of the copter and pulls downward.

Let go, Steve. You have to. I don't want to hurt you.

He manages to bring the copter down enough for his feet to touch the ground. I guide the helicopter away from him, but he holds firm, getting dragged along. He struggles and pulls, but it's of no use. He gets pulled towards the edge of the roof and onto the gate that hangs off of the edge. He grabs hold of the steel guardrail and strains against the copter's movement.

I try to get myself to stop moving the helicopter away from the landing platform, but the Winter Soldier keeps moving it.

Please let go, Steve. I don't want you to get taken down or ripped in half trying to save me.

Somehow, Steve manages to pull the helicopter closer to the landing platform. I'm glad that he's trying to stop me, but I'm also afraid for him.

My hand jerks and moves the helicopter back towards the platform. The copter tips, and its blades crash into the stone of the building, flying everywhere as they break into pieces.

Steve ducks as the helicopter spins on its side. For a moment, I think the vehicle is going to slide off of the roof of the building, and I can't say that I care.

But it stops short, and Steve is on his stomach in front of me, straining to get up. I unbuckle myself and reach through the cracked glass, shattering it. My silver hand wraps around Steve's throat and crushes his windpipe.

I pull against my own movement, but it's useless. I can't stop. I never can. One of us will have to die, and all I can do is hope that it's me and not him.

Steve grabs at my wrist and tries to pry my hand away, but my hand doesn't release. He pushes against the side of the helicopter, moving it.

Let go, let go, let go.

The helicopter tips, and we both fall. My hand still doesn't let go. The sudden jarring of the copter as we hit the water made me let go as my head hit the glass.

I try to keep my eyes open, but everything is quickly fading, and I can't breath.

I had let go. Thankfully. I had let go.

Just so you know, I really ship WinterWidow/BuckNat, so that's going to be implied heavily later.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you soon for the next chapter!