Bee to my Barnes

part 46

TW - Death and violence.

Leading the path, Steve directs you, Clint, Sam and Thor along the side passages of the ship. Everything seemed quiet, too quiet as you climb through the broken pipes and doorways further into the derelict ghost ship. The rusted floor creaking under foot, your pistol aiming forward, scanning the rooms as you passed.

Waving back to beckon you over, Sam has ducked behind an old cargo crate. You can hear the whispered conversations barely ahead. Peering over the surface, you spot 2 individuals, a tall dark haired male – That must be Paul, and a shorter red haired woman. Flashing back to Beatrix’s apartment you recognised her as one of the neighbours your spoke to the day she was taken. Clicking your jaw, the anger rising you want to leap forward and tear their bodies apart.

A low groan directs you to the frail body, suspended in the air as it dangled, limp. ‘Beatrix’ the whisper escapes you, gripping the edges of the container to rise, Steve firmly places his hand on your shoulder indicating to wait.

Staring up at him, frustrated confusion controlling your expression he crouches besides you. ‘We cant just run in there, They could hurt Trixie. We need a plan.’ You hated that he was right. Staring over towards her body, you could see the gashes to her skin as the blood mixed with the water splashing around her. She was already hurting.

Steve and Sam were to take out the girl. Thor would grab Beatrix and Paul...he was yours for the taking. Springing into action you sprint towards him, seeing red as you release the anger stored inside. Taking Paul down was quite easy the force of your hatred for him fuelling your rage as you lose control, your fist pounding into his flesh as the blood splatters across the floor with each connection.

Steve grabs you by your arms, holding them mid air above Paul’s unconscious body. ‘No, I’m not finished’ you scream fighting back to continue.

Still holding tightly Steve calls out, ‘Buck...It’s Beatrix.’

At the sound of her name your world falls silent. In the rage you had almost forgotten her, pausing you registered the pain in Steve’s voice. Turning see her body drooped in Thor’s arms as he cradled her out of the shackles to the ground.

Scrambling to her side you stroke her hair from her worn face. ‘Doll, I got you. It’s ok.’
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Feeling a tight squeeze you imagine James arms wrapped around you, it felt so real you could almost feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

Taking a deep breath in, the pain in your body subsidies as you picture James stoking your cheek like always. His fingers delicately grazing your skin as it tingles in his wake. You could almost feel it if you concentrated hard enough. Flickering your gaze in search of his steel blue eyes, wanting to soak in the bliss you have created you raise your hand to rest on his face.

‘Buck...’ your voice barely a whisper.

His cheeks damp as his salty tears roll down his face, through your own bloodshot eyes you watch James cry, and through his tears he watches as you die.