James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Reality and memories

Warning: Cussing.

You sat the bombs under the church chairs and immediately left the building. The bombs went off sending a massive explosion throughout the streets and into the air. People ran covering the sidewalks and roads to get out the way. Grey smoke covered multiple faces and cold bodies that laid on the floor. You heard sirens and horns as first responders came in.

You had on a black suit and multiple weapons strapped to you. The black mask covered your face but you didn't have the goggles. You took them off after some red head shot the eye.

You came out of the smoke with your Ak 47 on your back and a knife in your hand. Three pistols were strapped to your thigh and waist. Your hair flowed with the wind as three figures approached you. One was blonde, brunette, and red. You stopped a couple feet away from them and gripped your knife tighter as you flipped it preparing to fight.

"You sure this is a good idea?" The red asked worried.

"Positive. Get everyone out of here. I got her." The brunette ordered.

"Buck-"

"Go." He repeated coldly.

The two sighed and left. You positioned yourself so when the time was right, you could be ready to fight. You ran twords the brunette and swung your knife as he blocked it with his metal hand. You hit him with multiple punches and swings as you ended it with a kick to the middle of his chest. He stubbled back and hit the floor immediately popping back up. He slowly stood up and took in a deep breath.

"This isn't you Y/n. You have to listen to me!" The brunette yelled from a couple feet away.

"Я тебя не слушаю." (I don't listen to you.) You shot back going for another punch.

He grabbed your wrist stopping you and you pulled him closer kneeing him in his stomach. He groaned as you dropped to the floor and used your legs to push him up and over having him land on his back. You shot up as he let go of your wrist and you took out your pistol from your waist. He was able to get up and block the bullets with his metal hand as he walked closer to you. Something itched in the back of your mind.

That looked familiar. Why?

You dropped your pistol and grabbed his metal arm twisting it. You heard the wiring buzz and the mechanical plates twist. He yelled in pain and took you by your shoulder tossing you to the side. You rolled on the street as your mask came off. You stood up almost falling over shaking your head and narrowing your eyes at him as he fixed his arm and looked at you.

"Come on Y/n." He breathed.

Who was Y/n?

You ran twords him sliding on your black knee pads in between his legs and cutting near his calf. He fell on one knee groaning and forced himself up and turned to you. You huffed out of breath and he sighed shaking his head.

"I said I would come back. But they got to you before I could, please. Think." He stated.

You furrowed your eyebrows together. Think? Why? For what? The only thing to think of is how to kill him. Why think of anything else? If you didn't kill him, they would put you back in the blender. You hated that thing. They used it like it was never coming back. They had you strapped to a machine, multiple people standing around you smiling at your screams for mercy. You couldn't go back to that. You had to kill him. For your freedom.

"Remember Bucharest? When you found me?" He asked.

You stood up straight and you shoulder relaxed a bit. Bucharest. Why a place so far away? Your brain searched for the memory but you didn't want too. You shook your head regaining your thoughts and went for him again. He blocked your punch and you head bumped him. He stubbled back and growled. Why wasn't he fighting? Why was he making it so easy? You grabbed your knife and swung for his head, he ducked and punched right in the center of your back.