Winters War

Chapter 6:

        "One minute till drop off, Sam."announces one of his military friends. For a moment we just heavily stair at one another, neither one of us willing to break. "I can't believe I let you come." "Well you didn't really have a choice in the matter." The plans begins to make nose signaling us the doors are opening. I really want to know what the hell he is thinking.

       "So what's our plan?" There is just silence. "Great. So no plan."I say as I sick back down. "Thirty seconds!"announces his friend. "Enjoy your ride, Buck." "No, you can't call me that." "Why not? That's what Steve and Blue called you." "Both Blue and Steve knew me longer, and Steve had a plan." "Fifteen seconds till drop!" "I have a plan." "Really? What is it?"

        Instead of an answer he just jumps out of the plane. Of course he would jump out of the plane, why would I ever think he wouldn't. Ugh. "Great. Where's the chute?" "We're at 200 feet. It's too low for a chute." Of course it is, why wouldn't it be. With that I just March towards the opening. "I don't need it anyway."

       My breath is slightly shaken as I stand in front of the opening. I remember back to when I was blasted out of the train. I cling to the broken piece of metal that is just barely holding on. "Bucky!"Steve shouts as he tries to help me. Carefully he climbs out to me, making sure that his steps don't send us both to our graves. "Hang on!" I try to slide to him, out stretching one of my arms to try and reach him. "Grab my hand!" The metal bar I'm clinging to is starting to bend and break from holding my weight. Desperately I try to reach him when...it breaks.

         "You sure about that?"the man asks. "Yeah." My voice comes out shaken, showing how truly scared I am. In order to make sure my arm is not restricted I tear of the sleeve of my jacket and take a deep breath before I jump.

      I can hear myself screaming as I fall but it feels as if my screams are being ripped from me, just like the air in my lungs. With my metal arm first I crash into think tree branches causing what feels like more pain then just hitting the ground would. Suddenly my back smacks the hard, partly frozen ground. I groan has the pain riddles through. My lungs scream from the breath that was yanked out of me.

      "I have all of that on camera. You know that right?" You have got to be kidding me. Out of no where I see his little robotic bird drone thing filming me. "Get out of my face, Sam, or I'll break it." "Okay, head north. Come on." Extremely slowly I get to my feet, more pain just riddling me with pain. I can finally start to breath again allowing me to run towards this abandoned building, where Sam is.

Dust and debris cover the ground. The ceiling is barely a ceiling with most of it fallen somewhere in the building or just gone after years of deterioration. Graffiti and black smoke stain the brick walls that still supports the structure. Redwing flies around leading me to Sam. "You're doing the starring thing again. They're in there."he says with a nod. Suddenly screams come from that room but I can't make out who or what they are. "Where's the guy?" I ask. "I don't know, I think they are smuggling weapons, though."

"Well they are definitely smuggling something with all the screaming going on. But there is only one way to find out." I stop for a moment and look towards their direction, "I see a clear path. I say we take it." "We're not assassins."Sam says as he grips my arm. "I'll see you inside, or not." I yank my arm away and quietly make my way into the room. "Hey, come on man, I'm just messing with you. Come back."

"Look at you, all stealthy. A little time in Wakanda and you come out White Panther." "It's actually White Wolf." He gives me this confused sounding huh as I continue to sneak closer. "All right, I'm inside, therefore way ahead of you." I watch as a brown haired girl fight with all her might to not go inside that truck. She screams, kicks, fights back any way she can but nothing works.

I turn back towards the way I came only to be greeted by Sam right next me, making me jump. "Hello, how are you?"I say sarcastically. "Good. What did I miss? Nothing." "All right, let's go." "No wait." I roll my eyes before looking back to him. "I got a vibranium arm. I can take them." "And I can fly. Who gives a shit. Wait. I want to see where they're going." "There's two people. And they are taking a girl hostage."

"You only see two?" "That's what I saw." "Let me see what Redwing sees." "All right." "Oh look at that. How many people do you see now?" I just sigh at his annoying he is. "So they're strong. Whatever. All right let's go." "No, no, wait." Sam grabs my arm but the moment he does something from the shelves falls off. "Shit." They all stop and look around the building, trying to find the source of the sound.

Without finding anything they turn around and start to move out. The engines to their trucks start as they climb inside. As soon as they leave Sam and I make a break for it and sprint as fast as we can. Myself of course up front. Once I catch up to the first truck I make my way inside. Cargo packages of vaccines fill the truck's trailer. "They are stealing medicine. Vaccines."

Suddenly I see a young girl peer from around the crates. She doesn't look like the girl I saw before but maybe she never had brown hair. Freckles cover her face as the light from out side shines on her. When she sees me looking back at her she moves back into her hiding spot. "Hi."I say calmly. Hearing my words she comes back out, the light fully exposing her.

"Bucky talk to me. What's going on?"Sam asks over the ear piece. "Found the hostage." She stares at me, fear coating her face. Poor thing looks terrified. "You okay?" Before I know it I'm falling back onto the truck behind them, cracking its windshield. My arm clings to the top of it for dear life. Screams suddenly fill the air forcing my attention back to the trailer. The red headed girl screams bloody murder as she slowly hits her knees.

In the back of the trailer I can make out some sort of figure walking towards the girl. Her screams continue as the figure gets closer and closer. Suddenly the screams stop and the figure is now crystal clear. She is in dark blue jeans, black boots, and this dirty, blood stained white tank top. Her brown hair whips around her face and neck but I can still see her beautiful face and piecing blue eyes clear as day.

Blue.