Bucky's worst nightmare = fridge magnets

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Bucky sat in his chair in the dimly-lit bank vault style of room, his gaze a blue puddle of confusion. There were several doctors fixing his arm which the red-headed girl screwed up, but he wasn't listening. He was zoning out, getting flashbacks, remembering things he probably shouldn't remember.

The train.

"Bucky!"

It was the man on the bridge again. The man that had ripped his mask off.

He heard a scream, to realise it was his own. He was being dragged in the snow, the only remnants of his left arm a small, bloody stump, staining the snow in a crimson line.

The doctor was there. "Sergeant Barnes," his thick German accent said. "The procedure has already started. You are to be the new fist of HYDRA."

The girl was there. She was smiling shyly at first, but then viciously knocked him to the floor.

"Cheaters win."

The doctor that had been working on his arm was choked as Bucky became angry.

Then, he saw Pierce walk in.

His master.

"Mission report."

Bucky didn't respond.

Pierce strutted up to him and backhanded him. "Mission report now," he demanded again.

"The man and woman on the bridge," Bucky finally managed to get out. "Who were they?"

Pierce sighed. "You met them earlier this week on another assignment."

"I knew them."

This was rewarded by another sigh from Pierce. "Your work has been a gift to mankind," he began. "You shaped the century. So I need you to do it one more time. Society's at a tipping point between order and chaos. And tomorrow morning, we're gonna give it a push. But, if you don't do your part, I can't do mine. And HYDRA can't give the world the freedom it deserves."

Bucky sighed this time. "But I knew them."

Pierce sighed, finally making his decision.

"Prep him," he ordered.

"But he's been out of cryo for too long."

"Then wipe him and start over."

Bucky almost wanted to kill his master. He hated being wiped. Whenever he found a string of memory resurfacing, HYDRA just took it away all over again. And he didn't want that.

With a final huff of defeat, Bucky took the weird mouth-piece the doctors offered and leaned back, ready for the agony of his screams to return.

"So you're telling me," I said slowly. "That Cap, Falcon and I are gonna go on the helicarriers and insert some random weird chip into each of them so they don't kill everyone?"

Hill shrugged. "It's our best shot."

I nodded slowly, then glanced at Steve.

"So this is it then," Steve said, with me hearing how miserable he was in his voice.

"I guess it is."

Then I got out of the room, following Natasha to the weapons.

"You know," she said, turning her head to face me while she was walking. "I don't think you really need weapons."

I hesitated and let that sink in.

"Yeah, but Steve does. And I've known him for long enough now that he'll most likely forget at least something," I replied, a small smile gracing my lips.

When we stopped, she turned her entire body to face me this time. I have to admit, she's way taller than me, especially with heels on.

"That stuff you said about HYDRA before," she muttered. "You worked for them?"

"Force control."

"They wiped you?"

"No. Said they'd prefer for me to live with my horrors," I replied bitterly.

She nodded thoughtfully. "I know what it's like." That was her final statement.

Of course, I had no clue what she was talking about. It seemed to be about her past. Either way, I left it there and helped her choose the right gun, coating some of them in vibranium for fun.

After all, fun was a rare beauty I had taken for granted when I was younger.

We had finally made it to the S.H.I.E.L.D base. I did not regret packing two extra guns, handing them to Steve as we stealthily entered.

At the rooftops, the wind whipped my braid around, a few stray stands blowing into my face. Sam and Steve stood beside me, watching as the helicarriers began lifting themselves into the air.

I had listened to Steve's speech before. It was his gift really. Coming up with inspirational speeches from the top of his head. It was as if Captain America was truly the role he was born for. But I'd always view him as Steve Rogers.

Finally, we landed on one of the helicarriers, where I would make my first stop. Sam and Steve still had their helicarriers to go to.

"Hey Cap, how do we tell the good guys from the bad guys?"

"If they're shooting at you, they're bad."

I heard this conversation in my headset I received earlier, and I deemed this to be true. Of course, several of these 'bad guys' were out pretty soon, a silver spike embedding itself into each of their chests. I jogged through to the engine room, a huge glass bobble at the bottom of this helicarrier.

As I saw the control panel, I prayed there wouldn't be any surprises, and immediately took the chance, exchanging the chip successfully.

"All done here," I reported into my headset. "Sam, can you get me to Steve?"

"Hang on!"

I could tell he was in trouble. I ran back up on the deck, to see that Sam had already landed there.

"Did somebody call for a ride?" He said jokingly.

I smiled back at him. "That I did."

Then, he lifted me by my back, taking me to the final helicarrier where Steve was. Everything was going pretty smoothly.

If you ignore the fact that someone not-so-happy was there to greet us.

Bucky had somehow gotten a view point of Sam and began shooting at him. I was almost hit, and even had to deflect a bullet to save Sam.

He could tell he wouldn't land me safely, so he screamed into his headset, "You're gonna have to jump this one!"

Then he dropped me.

I flew down for a while, before sending out a blast of vibranium to land myself safely. Unfortunately for me, Bucky had already noticed me and was now shooting at me as well.

Quickly and carefully, I flipped out of shooting range, deflecting all his hits with another shielding of vibranium every time. I landed strongly, using his arm to throw him back like a ragdoll.

As soon as I did that, I noticed that Steve was dangling from the helicarrier.

"Steve!"

He just waved me off, and then I got so pissed at him for being so damn reckless that I flew him up by his shield. I finally thanked God that he actually had that shield.

Steve landed on his legs, giving me a look. But then he quickly said 'thank you' before running to the control room, where I followed along. Looks like the Winter Soldier wasn't here anymore.

I was so wrong.

When we arrived there, there was only one thing standing in our way.

Namely, Bucky.

His gaze was empty, and I knew they had wiped him again. I almost wanted to cry on the spot, begging for the old, happy Bucky to return to us. But that was not an option.

"People are gonna die, Buck," Steve finally said, breaking the silence. "I can't let that happen. Please don't make me do this."

Suddenly, Bucky jumped at Steve, and before I could react, Steve shoved me down to the glass floor, with me narrowly missing splitting my head open.

I had to fight the urge to glare at Steve when I saw they were having a heated fight. That's why he'd knocked me, he didn't want me to get hurt.

Oh, Steve.

I scrambled to my feet, my sharp senses noting how Steve had dropped the chip. I began sneaking about to make my way to the chip, praying they wouldn't notice me. Then, with a final sigh, I leaped up, landing silently on my feet. Then, I picked up the small chip, tucking it into my pocket.

Then, I noticed that Steve was climbing up, obviously looking for the chip with a determined look on his face. I deflected a bullet aimed at him just in time. As soon as that happened, I yelled "Steve!" and threw the chip at him.

Luckily he caught it.

But someone's attention was on me now.

He shot at me this time, the swift flick of my hand saving me in the nick of time. Quickly, I flung myself at him, preparing for this fight.

I quickly punched at his stomach, landing an effective hit. Unfortunately I didn't have time to do a happy dance because he kicked me to the ground.

"Ow," I cursed silently, praying he wasn't pointing a gun to my head right now.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that he had a gun trained on Steve instead, so I got up and tackled him as he shot a round at Steve.

This tackle made by me clearly took Bucky aback, and I punched him in the face a few times. But this time he didn't knock out.

Damn, he's been trained since that incident. Well, what did I expect?

He rolled us over so that he was on top, now aiming his metal arm at me. He almost got me in the head, but I moved quickly enough for him to just get me in the shoulder.

Which, by the way, still hurt like hell.

"Fuuuck," I breathed when the sharp pain began throbbing in my shoulder, and I quickly rolled over, deflecting another hit.

Suddenly, Steve decided to join our little fight, so the were occupied. I focused on making sure my shoulder hadn't been dislocated, rolling it a few times. I knew that that was gonna be bruised for a few days.

After Bucky seemed to have blacked out for a while, Steve turned to me.

"You okay?"

I smirked. "Yeah, fine. Why, you getting tired?"

He smirked back. "You know, for 90-year olds, we're pretty active."

"You're telling me."

Our conversation was interrupted by a huge metal beam falling down in what felt like slow motion. Thinking fast, I shoved Steve out of the way, letting the heavy beam take me instead.

Bad choice. I repeat, bad choice.

It felt like fifty trucks had been dropped on my back. The pain in my shoulder was overlooked as I gave a sharp cry of pain that pierced the air.

Fun part was, at least I wasn't the only one trapped. Bucky was too.

And he did not seem happy about it.

Steve, being the good guy and wanting to help us both, used his super strength to lift up the beam. When I could use my hands, I also used vibranium to lift, helping Steve's process of freeing us ease up.

I crawled out of my position, wincing as my ribs ached.

"You still okay?"

I gave a weak smile this time. "This time, not really."

Again, our conversation had to be interrupted with Bucky flinging himself at Steve. Steve, of course, threw me to safety, and I just ignored the fact that my body was protesting against every single movement I was making.

When I glanced up, the only thing I heard was Bucky yelling "No I don't!" before throwing another punch at Steve. I felt like throwing up at the sight.

Another metal beam fell, now making several holes in the bottom of this helicarrier. Looks like these things aren't all that indestructible.

Unfortunately, this caused me to slide down a bit, and that led onto me tripping over a beam and now precariously dangling over the edge, clinging onto the beam.

I could hear Steve yell something, but everything hurt so much. What if I just let go now? Would I be fine? After all, it's just the Potomac beneath me. Too bad I was several hundred feet up in the sky.

Suddenly, another numb pain pierced my shoulder. I knew I wouldn't hold on much longer.

So I let go.

The last thing I remembered was Steve screaming something along the lines of "Charlotte!" and my vision going black.

Oh ho, so at last we've almost finished with the events of CA:TWS...

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