You're A Different Kind Of Poser

Chapter 10 - A Million Miles From Nowhere

Zemo's POV-

I did it. All that sacrifice, death, destruction, IT WAS WORTH IT! I DID IT! I had resurrected the Hallow Soldiers. Both Soldats d'hiver.
(Both Winter Soldiers.)

"Are you ready to comply?" I made sure to speak as clearly as possible.

"Siamo pronti a rispettare e severe alla perfezione."
(We are ready to comply and serve to perfection.)

Fuck, the fuckers need to be set up in Italian.

"You speak up." The other one had to talk.

"He is only permitted to when a superior is not in his presence."

"I don't care. I have your mission." Just as I said that their posture straightened to an unbelievable stiff.

"You will move to Berlin as Alaina & Joseph. You will then await further instructions through these phones." I hold up 2 burner phones and hand them to the soldiers.

"Before you steal one of the planes to leave, you will go into S.H.E.I.L.D's inventory and collect your belongings. Do you understand?" There was a moment of silence and I caught myself doubting the plan.

"Affermative."

"Very well." Before I could even plaster a smirk on my face, the one and only Tony Stark bursts in.

"JETZT!"
(NOW!)

I blink and the next thing I know the Hallow Soldiers were attacking their beloved family.

"Not so fun when it's you is it?" I mumbled more to myself than anyone else and with that in mind. I just left.

Bucky's POV-

Pull your punches. Pull your punches Barnes. cmon. cmon. PULL THE DAMN PUNCHES. FUCK.

"Verlasse ihn." (Leave him.)

oh thank god. I feel myself move off of Tony and walk towards Y/N. We begin walking to the criminal weapon storage in the building. We walked like we owned the place. As though we didn't just almost kill one of our best friends. A man. One that's practically our brother. A father. A damn good one at that. I catch my face in the reflection of the glass and I had that same look.

The look that shows no emotion. No color in a person's eyes. I wasn't Bucky anymore. I wasn't James either. James Buchanan (Bucky) Barnes now ceases to have ever existed.

I am now the one and only...Winter Soldier.

Y/N POV-

A part of me wanted to see Tony's last breathe but for once I let my better judgment win in this state of mind.

I can't even right now though. Once I get out of this and I find that motherfucker Ross. For the mercy of the gods, just let me find him. He said I was clear. He said I could leave. My fault for trusting a Hydra agent. I just need to get this mission over with. Not like I have a choice either or. It's gonna take a hell of hit to the head and another 72 hours for me to return to well...me.

I have that lifeless look on my face. Like everything worth living was just snapped away. Like I became dust. Then again there is no more me or I. There is no Y/N Y/M/N (Y/N/N) Y/L/N. All that's left is the me they made.

There is just the one and only...Hallow Soldier.

Fury's POV-

"Hill call in the drill. As for the rest of you, slow them down."

For the love of god, don't let them get to that room

I started walking towards the staircase to the criminal weapon storage. The C.W.S is one of our best resources but also one of our worst. Once I got there, all the trusted agents were blocking the entrance. By trusted agents, I mean : Wilson, Rhodes, Hill, and the rest of the team was stopping them from getting here. There wasn't much left of SHEILD but we stuck to the name in honor of Agent Coulson. Let's hope the team can keep this building upright.

Natasha's POV-

We all scattered and the only thing I could think of was what Y/N was thinking. Was she scared? What was she going to do? Will she ever come back to the Y/N I knew. I look around at our team. Will our Y/N ever come back to the Y/N we loved, or will they be just another face? Another stranger we have memories with. I make eye contact for Steve and we both have that silent conversation of lets just do what we can. I knew he was thinking the same think about Bucky.

We were about to split up when we hear Barnes. Our head whip towards the sound and right there. At the end of the corridor. Were Y/N and Bucky. But as clear as day. From the look on their faces. They were ghosts of the people we had talked to a few moments ago.

"Schau, wer hat solche angst?"
(Look who is so scared?)

The tone in Bucky's voice was enough to know they weren't them.

Tears threatened to pierced my eyes. This can't be happening. My nose burned like fucking acid.

"Natascha Romanoff. Einer der besten in der Geschichte Russlands, weinen wegen was genau?"
(Natasha Romanoff. One of the best in the history of Russia, crying due to what exactly?)

Y/N never spoke like that. Not to me, not to most people in fact. Then again, i'm not exactly sure who this Y/N is.

I couldn't find myself to string together words. Not in German. Not in English. Not in any language I've ever heard, spoken, written, read, studied. Just nothing. There was nothing in either of their eyes.

"Was ist Ihre Aufgabe?"
(What is your assignment?)

Yelena came up from behind me and spoke but I couldn't look at her. I could hardly hear her anyway.

"Don't ask questions Belova." Barnes. Oh Bucky don't do anything stupid.

"Well she did. What are you going to do about it?" The moment Steve's voice registered in my mind I plastered my game face. I knew what I needed to do.

"Rogers. Vergiss nicht, woher du kommst, Junge. Sie sollten mit Bedacht vorgehen, denn nicht alle Geheimnisse von Hydra werden lange aufbewahrt."
(Rogers. Don't forget where you came from boy. You should tread wisely for not all of Hydra's secrets are kept for long.)

What was she saying? Of us all, what did Rogers have to hide?

"Schneiden Sie einen Kopf ab, zwei sollen an seine Stelle treten."
(Cut off one head, two shall take its place.)

"Who knew mind control was this damaging?" Jesus Banner, just shut the fuck up for once in your life.

"HAGEL HYDRA!"
(HAIL HYDRA!)

Before anyone could get another word out, the two soldiers had began charging at us. Whatever they wanted from that room, they weren't gonna stop till they got it.

"Let's give 'em hell."

Wisely spoken Clint.