Necessary Good, Unnecessary Evil | No rest For Wounded Souls [Bucky Barnes]

Five Commandments

What nobody seems to understand is that love can only be one sided, that no other love exists, that in any other form it is not love. If it involves less than total giving, it is not love. It is impotent, for the moment it is nothing. 
-Andrei Tarkovsky

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Nova's POV

"Turn it to seven," I say, catching my breath. The last hour was a warm-up. Now I need to let out some shit.
"Are you sure? This is for group training." Sam wonders, staring at me.
I give him a cocky smile, picking up my knives. "Don't worry, Wilson. I've got thick skin." I say, jumping on the spot to get rid of any tension.
"As you wish," he sighs, resetting the training machines.
I watch two white androids aiming at me, and my feet quickly shift to my left, avoiding the blast.
Tony's new tools for training are pretty cool. He used his suit tech to create androids to use both in hand-to-hand combat or with long-distance weapons and simulate pretty much any fight.
It's definitely better than having to worry about hurting your training partner.
One of the androids charges at me, but I dodge it, just in time, throwing a knife at it, centering on the middle of the target on his chest.
I run to it, grabbing the knife and using it to knock out the other one.
Two more start to come at me, and I notice them mimicking my moves. A red one and a blue one.
I hear a drone behind me and throw the other knife, this time almost missing it.
One of the androids gets too close, and I have to bend down to avoid getting hit in the face. Too bad, I get kicked by the other one.

"Son of a rusty bitch," I groan, taking my gun out of my hostler and aiming at the target on its head.
The blue one holds up his arm, blocking the bullets from hitting the target.
The red one lunges at me, and I roll away, avoiding it.
I shoot two more times, just to recover a few seconds and get up again.
I still have twelve bullets before having to rely on my knives.
A green one walks in, and I turn around, careful to keep my focus on all three of them.
I know the more I miss them, the better they will anticipate me, but these fuckers are making me sweat.
"Do you want me to call them back?" Sam asks, sitting behind the console.
"No, I've got this," I shout, charging at the red one, just to turn around on the last second to fire at the blue one, finally hitting the target.

My lead on the tin fuckers doesn't last long, and the red one quickly smacks my hand, tossing the gun across the room and hits me right in the stomach, bending me in half.
I stumble back, holding my stomach. "You're lucky you ain't got no balls," A groan leaves my mouth, standing up and holding up my guard.
The light on the wall turns yellow, signaling the sixty seconds count down before another unit gets released.
I wait for the red one to hit first, but the green one catches me from behind, and I spin on my heels, grabbing its arm and using it as a foothold to jump on its shoulders.
I quickly realize I don't have any weapon on me.
I could use my powers, but that would be too easy.
My eyes scan the room, locating my gun and one of my knives about five feet from me.
I try to shift my weight to the left, hoping to bring the android to follow my directions. It works, and I wrap my legs around its neck, leaning back and grabbing my knife from the floor.
"I liked that one!" Sam cheers, and I look up at him, flipping the knife in my hand, showing off like an ass.
I avoid the metal hands, stopping them from pushing me off and preparing to shove the blade through the plastic target.

My gaze lifts for a second, and that's enough to fuck me up.
I see Bucky walking out of the training room with Steve and Tony, and I feel everything stop.
In a second, the android successfully grabs me by a leg, throwing me across the room.
My left shoulder hits the wall, followed by my cheek, and I hear a crack and a sharp pain in my arm.
"Fuck!" I utter, gritting my teeth.
"Jesus, Nova!" Sam shouts, rushing towards me.
I notice the green android charging at me again, and I look at my right hand, seeing my gun lying there.
Fuck it, I like it easy.
I hold up my hand, stopping it and lifting it a few feet from the floor.
With a swing of my hand, the thing tears in the middle, crashing to the floor.
Tony runs to the console, stopping the simulation.