𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 | " You're just a kid! "
" Yeah? Well this kid is willing to go through hell and back to save your stubborn ass and die for you, asshole. "
- in which STRIKE's strongest asset with a ridicul...
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EXHAUSTED. That's the word I'll use to describe what we all look like right now. Sam was still on alert despite the rough look he has, Nat is in pain due to her injury while Steve and I were both in dazed. Probably due to the same man that we all faced earlier, but I'm sure it's for different reasons.
The Winter Soldier was Bucky for him, but for me, he's someone I tried my best to save a few years ago.
I've always thought Zola denied my request to let the man live, to help him when we found his badly injured body near our lab.
More secrets I see.
"It was him." Steve suddenly said, breaking the silence that settled within us. "He looked right at me and he didn't even know me."
Well, hate to break it to you Cap, seems like I'm partly responsible with the device HYDRA used in order to erase your childhood best friend's memories. In my defense, though, I designed it believing that HYDRA will use it to any spies of the government that they find lurking around us, in order to make sure no information about the organization can be leaked.
I kept my mouth shut. I'm sure Steve isn't really in his right mind to listen to me explain as to how and why James Buchanan Barnes is alive. Not to mention, out to kill him.
"How's that even possible?" Sam asked, not getting a grasp of what was happening.
Oh, Sam. You better stop questioning what can and can't happen at this point. The universe is slowly proving to us how complex it actually is.
"Zola." Steve confidently replied, his eyes finally focusing on me. "Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43, Zola experimented on 'em. Whatever he did, it helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him."
Sighing in defeat, I shake my head in response. "Zola wasn't the one who found him. I did."
"What?!"
"In my defense, I didn't know who he was when we found him fighting for his life outside one of HYDRA's secret facilities. I was just minding my own business, looking around the area when I noticed a man lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling for help. So, I helped him. I ordered for him to be escorted inside the lab and I attended to him as much as I could." I explained, shrugging my shoulders to emphasize that I really have no idea it will turn out like this.
"Then what?" Sam was now in for the story, probably wanting to know what happened to the man Steve Rogers was known to be really close to.
"Then Zola arrived telling me that I should pack my stuff because Johann Shmidt told them that I should be working at the HQ so he can keep an eye on me."
"And you blindly followed that order?" I rolled my eyes at Sam's question.
"Well, it's not like I have a choice. Despite me being his only child, that psycho will not hesitate to kill me if I don't follow his orders." Steve frowned, his eyes showing how he hates the fact that Shmidt's authority was absolute in his time, something that Captain America wasn't able to fully erase even until now.
