Bucky’s dreams shifted, never staying in one place. One minute, they were on dreams and memories then next nightmares.
He looked around the room and watched as his friend Steve warmed up, doing chin-ups. He couldn’t believe the man; he went out fighting yet still is, hadn’t he gotten sick of it? He noticed that the gym was unusually empty.
Ever since Sokovia, Natasha had been camping out in it. Steve wanted to spar; he didn’t want Bucky to get lazy with all the work Anya had done to heal his arm. Just thinking about Anya made Bucky flinch, he still was having trouble believing it.
Looking back up, he was suddenly frozen. They were no longer Bucky’s eyes, the grey had become more prominent, as the Winter Soldier looked around the unusual room. He saw the golden boy of the Avengers, the brother of his ангел.
Where was his ангел? She should be with him. Images flashed past, his eyes tearing up as he watched multiple bullets pierced her, her body dropping. The blonde man grabbed him and pulled him onto a large plane; the hellicarrier, his thoughts reminded him.
He couldn’t believe it, his ангел was dead, and this man had stopped him from getting his revenge, a green monster did it for him.
The team or friends of the blonde man were preventing him from storming his old home and killing his masters’; after all it was all their fault.
The blonde man stood in front of him, his hand held out as if to help him up. The Soldier didn’t trust the man, his eyes too easy to read. The Soldier didn’t know if it was déjà vu or what but the man felt familiar to him.
He grabbed the man’s hand, and they began to wrestle. The man managed a particular good move and landed a solid kick to the Soldier’s ribs.
Kneeling the Soldier watched as the man’s face turned into a grimace. “I thought you loved my sister.”
The Soldier was shocked that he could understand English. Looking around the room were several new people, an archer, a man in a metal suit, a red head woman, a man with wings and a pair of Russian twins.
They all glared at him with hatred. The blonde man continued, “You were our friend Bucky. It is your fault Hydra got Anya; you chose her!”
The man- Steve the Soldier’s memory supplied him with back-handed him till he was black and blue. Steve continued, “We were so close, but no you had to hurt her, made her run to the army. You made her end up studying under Erskine and taking the serum as well. Anya is dead because of you!”
The Soldier shook his head, not wanting to believe the words he was hearing. It had to be a mistake, he chose to save the woman, if he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have survived for long, her insanity would have destroyed her. Snarling he blocked Steve’s voice.
The Soldier lurched out, seeking revenge on the person who would dare blame him for the death of his ангел. The Soldier knew it was not his fault, it was the fault of his master’s, their control over him was breaking at the knowledge that they had destroyed the only good thing in his life. It was a dangerous stage to be in, taking back control of your mind; but the Soldier needed to do it, he needed to do it for himself and for his ангел.
First, he needed to get away from the blonde man and red-headed woman. He recognised her as the agent he shot through the stomach to kill the subject of his mission, who was hiding behind the woman like a coward, using her as a body shield. Anyone who turns traitor against Hydra never lived to see its fruition, no one survived the Winter Soldier. This woman along with a man with an eye-patch had been the only two to escape death, but the woman wouldn’t escape today- not when she was preventing his revenge.
Steve tried his hardest not to fight back against the Soldier which confused him. Only his healer, his woman ever treated the Soldier with such kindness.
But Kindness could always be a trick. Look at Hydra, they gifted him with his ангел only to take her away from him. Kindness turned into a trick, one designed to side-track the Soldier, giving him a false sense of protection, only to rip it from his arms, destroying the only candlelight of hope the man had.
His rage broke out, and he reacted. For every action there must be a reaction. The pain and anger that he felt came out in his fighting. He stopped being defensive and started attacking the members that were standing against him.
He swung and sent the woman flying only to come face to face with the man with wings, who the Soldier had a strange memory of shooting an RPG at a robot. Crouching, he leapt up and history repeated itself, instead this time the Soldier tore one of the man’s wings off instead of a robotic arm, grounding him for the rest of the fight.
Another man appeared out of nowhere; his metal glove bouncing off the Soldier’s arm. Getting annoyed, he grabbed Steve’s shield, something within him sparked at the sight of it, but he progressed. Throwing the shield, it knocked down the winged man who came back swinging, and the metal suit man.
With them down for good, and only the owner of the shield and the female spy left, the Soldier wasn’t expecting any newcomers.
He wasn’t expecting to become immobilised, a red mist covered his body and rendered motionless. An angry growl escaped him, as he fought with the unknown bounds. His angry growls turned into hollow and mournful cries as the Soldier finally submitted and cried for the loss of his love.
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Bucky woke up with a sickening twist inside of him. He feared what he last remembered, the dream where Steve was blaming him for Anya and the memories of finding her still alive but stuck with Hydra as he was.
Looking around the room, Bucky feared for the worst when he noticed it was the medical bay. Scanning the familiar walls and bedding, he was shocked to see Sam next to him, with his arm in a cast; Natasha lying beside Wilson with a large gash on her head and Tony resting in a chair with bandages poking out from under his shirt.
“What happened?” He whispered when his shuffling caught Tony’s attention.
The other man sighed and leaned on his elbow, hiding a grimace of pain. Bucky looked away guilt gnawing at him.
“You went berserk. You must have been having a nightmare or the grief of Anya’s passing allowed him to break free and he basically went on a rampage, trying to get out of the building. I am guessing he saw us as the blockage preventing him from achieving so.”
Bucky groaned, banging his head back down onto the bed, rubbing at his eyes in desperation. The last thing he wanted was to hurt anyone. With Anya, the only one who could calm both him and the Winter Soldier down; now gone he was his worst fear, a threat.
Looking back at his busted-up friends, he looked back to Tony his lips thinned in self-hatred. He had made his decision. Tony and he had been thinking about taking up Princess Shuri’s offer to help him be rid of the trigger words that were just as much of a threat as he was.
“It’s time. It is time for us to go to Wakanda.”
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The Other Rogers
FanfictionWhat if Steve wasn't the only Rogers? What if he had a twin, a sister who had the same morales and values as him. Can the world handle two Rogers? Is she like Captain America or is she, a hero on her own?
