Bucky x Y/N - Life In Hydra

Chapter 19

Today was March 17th. I knew that because today I had a mission. A couple living in the North of Russia had been working with a military to form a plan to raid a HYDRA base, and they put their trust in me to stop it.

How? Well that was up to me. And since I wasn't a fond believer in gossip, I decided to make it quick and simple.

After picking the lock with my knife, I entered their home. It was dark and silent, and barely a sign of life. Pierce told me this was to be expected.

I had been on over a hundred missions so far, and completed every single one without fail. Under my bed, back at the base, I kept a tally of every life I took, on every mission. I often found it hard to keep track on my busier days, but somehow I managed.

I inspected the stairs and found each creek in the floorboards, as though to ignore them, as I walked up the stairs. The house was old fashioned, built in the 40's at the latest.

The design meant cheap ornaments that appeared rich and scruffy furniture that looked to be fancy.

As I walked around, checking inside every room, I came to the couples bedroom.

Andrew and Mary Peterson. Both aged forty, without any children. A life long wish of theirs, though I had heard. But with the "threat" of HYDRA, they decided not to be selfish and parent a child.

Good choice. I wouldn't want to have to sacrifice their child too.

I had been called many things, similar to the terms "monster", "beast" and "reckless" but a child's life I could not take. That was always something I found hard.

And I didn't know why. It wasn't because of their sad eyes or their cries. If anything, that only angered me.

No. I felt like I personally lacked a certain sense of innocence and humanity. It was just how my brain was wired. And in order to convince myself I was worthy of life itself and recognition, I tried to retrieve some form of humanity, buried underneath my emotionless and dark soul.

My life was a blur, up until four months ago, where things became clear. I met a man named Pierce, who told me I was a Soldier working for HYDRA – The Putere Soldat.

That was my name. Which in translation to the English tongue, was Soldier Power, although I don't think they really thought much to that.

My training was like no other. I had skills and capabilities no man had ever possessed. Killing for me was a simple task, like waking up. You just need the energy to do it. And unfortunately for me, I have no choice but to do either.

I approached the bed stand on the right side of the bed, and looked down at Mary, peacefully sleeping. She slept with a faint smile painted across her face, which I found to be unusually creepy.

Nonetheless, I carefully untucked her pillow from behind her head, and placed it down on her face. And with every heartbeat, I pushed down harder. She woke before she slept, if you know what I mean.

The urge to scream was tempting, but not an option. Opening her lungs to that exposure would only make the process faster. I saw her hand drop over the side of the bed, lifeless, and stayed put for another moment, before removing the pillow, just to be sure.

And now for the husband. Anthony was the main target of my mission, and so I wanted to be sure he suffered, but I wasn't planning on wasting my night.

I retrieved my knife once more and held it to his throat. The cold edge of the metal must have woke him, as when I looked down, his eyes were wide, staring at his motionless wife.

He went to speak, or scream, I couldn't be sure, but I placed a single finger to his mouth.

"Shh now, we don't want to make this any more complicated than necessary. Just relax..." I whispered, looking into his pale blue eyes.

That was always my mistake – looking and talking. Everytime I looked, I remembered. Their eyes would haunt me as I slept, waking me. And the more eyes I remembered, the more that stared.

Thinking about that always made my job harder - but that didn't mean it was a hard job. I slowly pressed the tip of the knife into the right side of Andrew's neck, and began dragging the metal.

I felt his hands move from under the covers, going to his neck. He choked, slowly, struggling for air. I sliced to the opposite side of his neck, before stabbing down. Just to be extra. It was boring repeating the same method every night.

And with that, my mission was complete. Another two tallies to add to the list...