Guess who's back, back again, this crazy lady's back, tell a friend..
A/N: Hey! So Chapter 9 has finally arrived and Bucky is FINALLY actually joining the party train! So as always, enjoy!
The next moments went in a flash.
The Winter Soldier's metal arm tore off the steering wheel, Sam couldn't steer, and we were being pushed to our imminent deaths. Suddenly, Cap yelled,"Everybody hang on!" And Natasha, Sam and I had sandwiched ourselves onto Steve, the car door and his shield. In a flash, we flew out of the car and scattered across the street.
Sam and I had fallen off, and we were now tumbling. I had ended up with a few scratches, but I was lucky to be alive.
When I had gotten up, I was near Natasha. The Winter Soldier had pulled out what looked like... a grenade launcher?
Holy crap!
As the grenade launched, Steve pushed Natasha out of the way, his shield and body sent flying from the blast. Natasha immediately had a cool head.
"Follow me," she yelled through gunshots. I, of course, was so damn confused, but did follow her anyway.
"You have a grappling hook?" She suddenly asked.
"Yep," I replied quickly, knowing what she had planned.
I followed suit as we jumped off the bridge, our hooks hitting the bottom of the bridge simultaneously. I let myself get swung down, then let go and ran across.
In the shadow of the day, I could see a silhouette with a gun, so I immediately backtracked. I saw Natasha notice as well, and as we nodded at each other, we sprinted behind a truck.
She'd pulled her gun out, glancing at me one last time. Then, she turned and shot at the Winter Soldier.
Natasha had obviously gotten him somewhere, considering there was now rapid gunfire coming at us. She turned to me with a smirk. "Good," she whispered. "We have his attention. Unfortunately he's not very happy. Seems to be coming after us."
The gunfire rang again and Natasha's smile faded. "Run."
So I did.
In fact, because of my special serum, I sprinted to even make an Olympic runner jealous. I weaved through the oncoming traffic of parked cars and people, shoving them out of the crossfire. Hey, someone had to do it!
When I stopped, I turned to see some HYDRA goons jogging after me. I smirked, and spikes went flying into their chests. At least those guys were out of the way now.
Thanks to my cruddy luck, however, I had new company.
All I saw was the Winter Soldier walking towards me and I knew I needed to run.
And with that, I had sprinted my dumb ass away from the guy. I'd gotten away once, and I'd get away again. But maybe this time I wouldn't show so much mercy with sparing his life.
I could hear his footstep behind me, a steady beat of someone running. I didn't dare look back, and dove beneath a car in time, but he'd grabbed my ankle and he was dragging me now. I kicked myself free with my other leg and crawled beneath the car, trying to slow my breathing.
"Vibranium," I mumbled. "His arm is made of vibranium."
After I calmed myself, I rolled out to the other side of the car, my assassin mode activated. I formed a vibranium spike, and after I checked he wasn't waiting on the other side, I threw myself out and used my powers to focus on his arm, flinging him backwards.
He did a commando roll, quickly getting to his feet. But his eyes betrayed him. I knew he was confused.
I've fought this fight before.
I threw my spike at him, narrowly flying past him and hitting one of his men. This made him angry, but Steve had entered the picture, tackling the Winter Soldier.
It was a heated battle to watch, alright.
There were several kicks, punches and flying knives used, and at one point when Steve wasn't ready and the other man was, I focused and threw the Winter Soldier back, sending him off-guard. Steve used this as a momentum, and flipped him over, pulling his mask off along the way.
What happened next was not something I was ready for.
As the Winter Soldier turned and I saw his face, my heart dropped to my shoes.
Simultaneously, both Steve and I spoke. "Bucky?"
His reply ripped me apart though.
"Who the hell is Bucky?"
Bucky was about to shoot when Sam flew in with his falcon wings, kicking him to the floor. He got up again when a blast threw him back, and I turned to see Natasha, with an injury, leaning against a van with the grenade launcher.
"Drop the shield, Cap! Get on your knees!"
We were surrounded by several STRIKE agents, whom I deduced to be HYDRA by now.
Shit.
"Get on your knees!"
A man shoved me to the floor, and I elbowed him into his stomach. He in reply groaned in pain and jabbed the barrel of a gun against my head.
"Not her," Rumlow called. "She's still needed."
Oh crap crap crap.
They were taking me to HYDRA. That goddamned hellhole again, more training, more beatings, more assassinations... I couldn't. I-
A tear almost slipped out of my eye. I hated it.
"Aw, is princess getting weak?"
I gave my best death stare, glaring up to Rumlow.
"Go burn in hell," I spat.
He chuckled, but I could see the shudder in his figure.
"Cuff this one up properly," he called to the others. "She can get aggressive."
I did not like my cuffs.
They looked worse than from that movie Frozen, several layers of steel and metals wrapped around my hands, the keyhole tiny. I was pretty sure they tossed the key away.
At least I had company from Steve, Sam, an injured Natasha and two weird HYDRA agents.
The drive was silent, so I decided to try to remember when I last saw Bucky in the 1930s.
Bucky had been drafted.
Steve, of course was disappointed that he didn't get to join. Bucky was hopeful for the future. I felt like someone had just dropped a huge boat on me. But of course I covered this up somehow. I was too shocked to do anything, let alone speak.
The last time he bid me farewell with his shining blue eyes and cocky smirk was that fateful night. I had hoped he would return, but something drowned that hope. Too bad I never found out in time.
The time I first met the Winter Soldier.
Another kick. Several punches. A scream.
I threw the Winter Soldier's arm backwards, kicking him down once again. I huffed and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
"Well done, Silver Asset," the general's rare praise rang in my ears. Ironic, considering we were tortured in this hellhole all the time.
"It's not fair," the Soldier commented, getting to his feet. "She has the abilities."
"Silence, Soldier," the general snapped not-so-nicely this time. Of course, he complied, his angry gaze replaced by a blank stare.
I knew it wasn't over for him.
The time he was sent for me after I ran away.
Several kicks, punches and spikes thrown. I wiped the gash off my head.
"So you don't remember me."
I focused, twisting his arm back. He screamed.
That's when I lost it.
I threw several spikes at him, all cutting deep gashes into his legs, face and good arm. Following that, I hit my heel into his ankle.
Another scream of agony. I knocked him down in a tackle.
"Cheaters win."
Those were my last words to him before I punched him in the face, knocking him out.
Then I ran.
Steve's voice rang me out of my flashback.
"Charlotte?"
I jerked into position, my metal cuffs rattling uncomfortably.
"Y-yeah?"
"Come on. Let's go." He gazed at me questioningly.
In front of me stood the lady which Fury had been on the phone with when the incident in the van happened.
"You must be... Hill," I breathed.
"Affirmative," she replied, unlocking my chains. "Now let's go."
She pulled out a device eerily similar to what Fury had. It worked the same too. A hole was cut and we all jumped in, sweet escape now in our hands.
We walked in a dimly lit tunnel, a doctor immediately tending to Natasha's wounds. Along the way, I could see some medical curtains, but it shocked me most what was behind them.
Fury.
"About damn time."
I smirked, restraining my cheery laugh. So he was alive.
"Lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, and one hell of a headache," he listed.
"Let's not forget your collapsed lung," Hill informed.
"Let's not forget that. Otherwise, I'm good."
I almost whopped in relief, but suddenly I realised that there was a five-inch gash in my left forearm. I cursed.
"Oh," the doctor said, noticing the gash as soon as I did. "Let's get that fixed up."
They talked as the doc stitched my arm up. I overheard their conversation about some helicarriers, and disarming them or whatever. I winced at my stitches a few times, but otherwise kept strong.
But then I heard Steve's voice.
"We can't take her. It's too dangerous."
I knew as good as hell that he wasn't talking about Natasha. As the doctor cut the final string on my stitches, I got out of my chair and rushed over to the other room.
"Excuse me?"
Steve turned to see me, a seething 20-year-old, standing in the doorway.
"What?"
"Don't what me!" I snapped, storming towards him. "What do you mean, too dangerous?"
"Look what today did to you!"
"It's just one gash, Steve!"
"I don't care! I don't wanna get you any more injured!"
I almost had to slap Steve for that.
"Steve," I said, my voice deceivingly calm. "How long do you think I worked for HYDRA?"
He shifted a bit. "A few years?"
"No! Not just a few years! I can bloody take care of myself! I don't need you throwing tissues and hospitals at me whenever I make a boo-boo! Okay?!"
Steve clearly seemed taken aback, staring at me for a long time. The others were staring too.
Then, he sighed. "Okay."
I smirked my signature smirk, knowing I won this argument. "Thank you. Now, what's the plan?"
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