hollow - bucky barnes

01.

People turned behind you, whispering and pointing their fingers at you. You ignored the noise around you, looking around and smiling to yourself.

This plus probably your appearance effectively made others think that you most likely escaped from the nearest psychiatrist.

You had a long white shirt with blue stripes in a check pattern. She was soiled and tousled, and there was not enough material here and there.

No wonder, however, since you wore it for more than a day or two. Disheveled hair, not washed for weeks, stuck out in every direction. Your pretty face, though now hidden under the dirt, showed numerous traces of blood.

Fortunately, you weren't hurt though. With your head held high, you walked steadily.

You were like a child, you looked at everything for a very long time with innocence in your big (color) eyes. You did not seem to have a specific destination, though you kept glancing at the signposts from time to time.

You moved to the other side of the street with the crowd, but stopped in place, lifting your head up and looking at the flying birds.

It took so long that the light finally turned red and impatient people began to press their horns. You grabbed your ears.

"Get your ass off the street!" someone shouted, making your pulse jump. You clenched your hands into fists, then hit them on the nearest car.

The rear of the vehicle rose a few centimeters above the ground, hung there for a moment, and fell with a loud crash.

The entire front of the red Mercedes was curved, but the driver who was staring at you now with horror written on his face did not even dare to speak.

The killer lights are gone from your eyes. You backed away and quickly moved forward, trying to hide from curious and scared people.

But only when you turned into a random street did you blend in with the crowd. You looked down at your bare feet, which were covered in mud and various other dirt, and immediately made the decision that you need to change.

You walked a few more blocks before you noticed dresses and other outfits.

You squeezed your hand into a fist and hit the glass hard and it scattered all over you. People shouted in surprise, and some of them pulled out their phones to record everything.

Regardless of the broken pieces that hurt your feet, you came closer to take out any outfits.

You put it on your body, but you couldn't tell one hundred percent that it would be appropriate. You didn't know your size, so you decided to trust your instincts.

You started lifting your shirt up, but you were stopped by the startled gasps of others. You looked at them squinting your (color) eyes, and they took a step back.

You squeezed the fabric of your black dress tighter in your hands and decided to leave for solitude.

This time it was harder for you to avoid the others, they were fierce to record as many of your exploits as possible, so in the end you decided to do a diversion.

You took a deep breath, grabbed one of the cars standing by the curb and threw it at them. As soon as they squeaked as they pulled away, you jumped into the first alley and ran straight ahead.

You found your respite in one of the abandoned buildings.

To be sure, you walked around the object to make sure no one was in it and stood by the window to see if anyone was approaching.

Your head was confused, so before you started dressing up, you leaned against the wall and took a few deep, calming breaths.

Eventually, however, you pulled your old shirt down to your stomach and started wearing a black one. Unfortunately, it turned out to be too small.

You looked at the label and it didn't surprise you at all to notice that it was made for children. So you pulled the fabric back over your shoulders in disgust.

Thanks to your good hearing, you heard more than one pair of shoes on the stairs. You looked around for a possible exit, but apart from the window and the hole in the wall, there was nothing else here.

"Search this entire building. She has to be in here", oh no. No no no. You panicked but tried to keep your emotions in check. You had no choice but a hole who simulate a window.

You were somewhere on the third floor, but you knew you would be okay.

Without hesitating, you swung your legs and pushed yourself out of the building. You fell on your hands and knees and you felt chafing there.

You bit your lip to keep a squeal out of your mouth and, clinging to the wall, strode to the back. You were sure the front was covered, but the rear might not have been there yet.

Indeed, there were only two people who you neatly and silently broke neck. You put their bodies down out of sight, then took their weapons and started running.

"There she is!", damn, you thought you'd have more of an edge. You bent over hearing the shots. They couldn't kill you, but they liked to try very much.

You tried to lose them by making violent turns and throwing everything you could get at their feet, but contrary to appearances, they were trained soldiers, there was no chance to lose them.

You couldn't go to town, they would certainly attack every civilian they meet. They didn't care about the others, the most important thing was the purpose of the mission, and unfortunately it was you.

After thirty minutes of playing cat and mouse with them like this, you were exhausted. You hid behind one of the large pillars and began to breathe heavily.

"We don't want to hurt you. We just want you to go back to where you fit best", said Nathan's calm voice.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his words. They don't want your welfare, they just want their weapons back, and you're genuinely fed up with killing at their "wish".

You're not a fucking machine, you're a human, and if there's no other way out, you'd rather die than live the way they want you to.

You took a few calming breaths and nodding to yourself, you came out in such a way that they perfectly targeted you.

"You won't get me alive", you held your hands out in front of you, and they, knowing well what to prepare for, even with your dizzy senses and a bracelet around your neck, reloaded the pistols.

"Don't make us do it", the brunett took a few steps forward, hoping that he would be able to stop you.

"Too late", you smiled bitterly and raised your hands as if I wanted to do something with them. You heard the roar of the gunshots, but no pain.

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This is my first fanfiction, so please be understanding if you find anything unclear.
If you see errors, please point them out, and then I will certainly correct them. English is not my first language.
I hope you will want to be with me throughout this story.
Have a nice day.