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Imagine; you're out to get the same person, one wants him alive, the other would like them very much dead. you didn't expect to get attached to the opposite party.
Angst, fluff, mentions of war, gore. Mentions of smut and little heated scenes here and there.
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[present day, Turkistan]
Bucky lays on his back, his breath gets followed by a wheeze every time. His chest is moving up and down rapidly. There's blood everywhere, both of you are covered in it. Your own and each other's. The metal like taste fills his mouth.
Your whole body is on fire with pain. Your muscles burn with exhaustion, you have to keep going. You can't let him get away with it.
You push yourself from the ground with a grunt. You get up on your knees, resting there for a moment before getting on your feet.
'Don't do it Y/n...' Bucky wheezes out, reaching to grab your ankle.
'I have to...' your voice cracks with emotion. 'I can't let him get away with this...' you shake your foot loose.
'Even if you succeed in killing him..' he takes a big breath as he props himself up against the wall. 'They will catch you...'
'Then that's a risk.. I have to take...' you pick the gun off of the floor before limping down the hallway.
'I love you!' Bucky yells making you halt in your step. 'Just wait... please... they will catch him and bring him in...'
'I'm sorry...I love you too... but I have to do this...' You walk on.
Bucky can't see around the corner but he he suddenly hears the struggle. The adrenaline makes him able to get up and go after you. He limps around the corner and sees you.
'She's a dead girl, Mister Barnes..' Ivan stands there with his arm locked around your neck.
[Three weeks ago, Saint Petersburg]
Regular people, those who turn on the news, or scroll through social media, they see the bad shit. And when they do, they stuff that into a little box and hide it away. Not you, no you don't hide away that box, you wait until the bad guys fill it up to the edge, then you make sure to get rid of the evil, together with the one performing it. Just like you're doing now.
Ivan Novikov, one of the most dangerous men on the planet. He's the one that introduced the world to the most painful and horrible gas to ever exist.
Mustard gas is perfume compared to this shit. And the worst thing about it is that it's being used on men, women and children across the whole country. You had a front row seat to it, now you want a front row seat at his death and you'll do anything to get it.
