James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

The top one

Warning: Cussing and Blood

Inspiration from me and my sis talking about different ways to be a bad guy. I literally stopped her mid sentence like, "Nope! Idea! Shhhh!"

You dragged the body behind you and entered the H.Y.D.R.A base. The trail of blood behind you, Peirce looking at you with wide eyes. He fears you, thats why he made you head of the base. Head of H.Y.D.R.A.

You stopped a few feet from him and threw the body at his feet. Your gun in your hand and blood on your other. You went to your room and unwrapped the white cloth off your torso that was protecting you from bullets.

S.H.E.I.L.D's number 1 criminal.

You're wanted for Mass murder, an assassin, a monster is what they call you. You kinda like it. How everyone fears you. You changed into your black suit, much like the one you look up to, The Winter Soldier. The greatest of you all. You wanted to be just like him. But, Peirce keeps stopping you. You ignored your thoughts and left your room heading twords the mission you've been assigned. The body? He was just for fun. The real fun is about to begin.

On your way to the reporting room, you passed by the cells. All the fragile bodys, the hungry faces, you almost felt bad for them. Even though you were ruthless, you still had a heart. But you don't show it. You don't want to end up like them. Not now, not ever. You made it to Peirces office and sat in the chair waiting for instructions.

"Y/n." Peirce greeted.

"Peirce." You shot back.

"You have one more mission today. Very simple, kill James Barnes." He instructed.

You shot up in your seat. Your eyes flickering to the screen of your idols face. Kill him? Why? What has he done?

"Kill...him?" You questioned.

"Yes. He's a traitor, joined the Avengers, he's become...good." He mumbled.

Each word hit you like a disease. Good? Barf. Traitor? Ew. The Avengers? Hate. You never liked them. You never liked S.H.E.I.L.D. They have secrets of their own and call it "Protection". Disgusting.

"Yes sir." You uttered leaving the room.

You headed twords the weapons room and suited up. Your idol...good. You lost all faith and happiness for that guy, that traitor. You hated traitors. Peirce never said anything about kill on the way. Maybe you could kill all of them. Rid the world of ugliness. Once and for all. You were by yourself. You didn't need a team. You loaded on the chopper and flew twords the Tower. The pilot stopped over the huge H on top of the building. You jumped without a parachute and tucked and rolled as soon as you hit the ground. Taking out your gun, you got to the top floor.

Shooting 3 agents who saw you and stepping over their bodies as you made your way to the top floors room. An alarm went off and you turned it off by destroying the box that held the electric work. You heard footsteps and scared movement, you smiled at how pity they were and shot 4 more agents, kicking their bodies out the way.

You finally made it past the top floor and got down to the other one. Sad you didn't catch anyone important, your expression suddenly changed when everyone was on the other floor huddling together trying to come up with a plan to take the intruder down. They were surrounded by S.H.E.I.L.D agents and you smiled.

"Wow. A party for me? I feel honored, really." You uttered catching their attention.

You knew all their names, history, files, you felt like you were standing in the hall of fame. Only, the only one who would come out alive, would be you.