The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》

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They made you a weapon and told you to find peace.

It was woken up to kill its handler's friend, Nickolas J. Fury. A tall, black man, most likely black clothed, wearing an eyepatch. Easy enough.

It caught up to the man on the highway in DC, its weapon was a familiar weight on its shoulder as the car got ripped into shreds.

But no, the target survived. It knew should it go back to the most powerful handler it had in years, Alexander Pierce, it would be scared. It was scared.

So it went and tried again. The target was in their friends apartment, a very tall one with massive shoulders, blocking its view. But then, a clear path. It shot, a bullet locking its way in its target's chest.

Success, vanish. Even as it ran, it couldn't help but wonder why it never made any kind of noise. It expected to be followed, it didn't expect for the blond to be so fast and strong. The targets friend hauled their shield in the Asset's direction, and caught it with its left hand, whose metal creacked in discomfort. And then, it left.

As it turned out, it did succeed, but instead of getting back into cryo, as it wished, it was now needed to take down the new targets;

Captain America, Steven Grant Rogers
Black Widow, Natalie Romanoff/Natalia Romanova/Natalie Rushman
The Falcon, Samuel Thomas Wilson

The Asset wasn't needed to kill them, per say. It just needed to get them out of the way since the three were major threats for HYDRA. It could do that, without a doubt.

The mission was, again, on a highway,

But the blond.. He was so... hot pain ripped into his temple like a bulle-

It was no he! Damn It, it was losing focus. But then, the fight escalated with it not having the upper hand, and slowly, surely, panic arrose within itself. The Asset tried all it could think of, hitting, guns, the knives, but it wasn't able to do it properly. It wasn't able to pin the blond down. But the blond did.

A massive hand grabbed ahold of its mask, and it was swung over. It's back collided with the pavement as the mask first easened up, only to fall off completely.

It rose to its feet to be blessed with the sight of an extremely confused Steve Rogers. The man's eyebrows were furrowed, he held his breath as he stared up to the Asset, making it nervous. And then...

"Bucky?"

A feral cry ripped in the back of its head, something violently clawing, scratching, trying to get to the surface, pushing away his total need to be succesful. Something it thought had died.

His heartbeat was painful, way too fast for his liking as he stared at the blond.

Fucking hell. The Asset was going nuts. It had no name, so it was no he!

But... It had a na-

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

Why was it answering instead of fighting? No, it can't be. It was disturbed, not knowing what was happening to it was terrifying. It was scared.

He was scared.

He was so fucking scared, he wasn't this terrified since Azza-

His body had moved on its own, raising his hand ready to shoot the man claiming he knows him. But two combat boots at his back set him forward onto the pavement.

In all the rush, nobody noticed him getting dragged away by Rumlow.

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"But.. I knew him."

A harsh slap resonated across the room as his right cheek felt like it was on fire. His eyes blurred, but at the same time he could for the first time in almost a century remember something.

It was a blur, a blond head, big blue eyes, shining smile.

Stevie.

"Wipe him."

He was...

...

...falling all over again.

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It was watching the blond man, who was talking to it, telling him he doesn't want to hurt the Asset. He must be lying.

The Asset always gets hurt.

Maybe because it always feels like he is falling.

They were fighting but it didn't feel a thing. All that hurt was its head. Something inside of it was screaming not to hurt the blond.

But it was ordered to do so.

It hit, kicked and shot, but the guy was though. But soon, for the first time since the guy in the 50's-

Who?

Why did his brain hurt? Where were he?

Before he could progress shit, something heavy crushed him under its weight and a deep, feral scream ripped out of his gut. It startled Steve, who was about to bleed out thanks to the bullets Bucky located in his body.

He helped the Asset to get out of there, holding the the weight up so it could crawl out.

Bucky looked up to his friend, but lost the upper hand again as the thing in his mind took control.

The Asset raised his metal arm, making it collide with the blonds jaw, over and over again. But the blond was talking, it couldn't hear the words over the ringing in his ears, but soon, it was met with silence as the storm in the back of its head, the thing HYDRA always suppressed with the wipes, clawed forward.

"-ause I'm with you till the end of the line." Bucky sobbed as he stared at the half beaten face of his best friend, the helicarier around them shattering into pieces. What had he done? He cried louder as his hold on Steve weakened and the blond slipped out, dropping into the ocean like dead weight.

No, Bucky couldnt let him die. So he fell.

He hated falling, his mind played tricks on him as he remembered falling into the alps. But before he could really freak out, he was enveloped with cold water as he reached for his best friend.

Bucky dragged him to the shore, looked down on him and felt panic arise. He needed to leave, he couldn't be seen.

Shield is HYDRA, he couldn't be caught. So, he once again vanished.