If I Could Love || Bucky Barnes

004

WE'RE given rooms not all that different from the ones we occupy at the HYDRA facility in Siberia. Well, to me it's the same. It's got the narrow bed, the single shelf and table, along with a dim light that looks so old I'm surprised it even works. I set my things down on the bed before going back out of the cell to the corridor. The Winter Soldier's cell is positioned right across from mine. Unfortunately the door opens as I close mine, and he comes out.

He eyes me with distaste before jerking his head toward the corridor. We have no idea what is going on; what we're going to be made to do. All I know is that they want us for some unknown reason. But that's everything with HYDRA. Unknown; unpredictable. That's what makes it so powerful. No one knows anything about it. Not even the agents that work for it. Only the superiors.

"Do you know what we're doing?" I ask tightly, not at all pleased at having to speak with him. He glances at me quickly, hearing the tenseness in my voice. He shakes his head, keeping his gaze forward.

"I have a feeling we're not going to like it," he says quietly. I get the same feeling. I look at him a little nervously, though I hope my expression isn't showing my fear. He himself looks a bit nervous, but he hides it well.

"Well, let's get it done and over with," I state. He looks at me with surprise as I walk past him down the hall. A bad feeling creeps into my stomach as I walk down the hall. I can hear the Soldier following after me. I wonder why he's being so cautious. Like he has a feeling what is going to happen.

We finally reach the room where we're supposed to meet with Brock Rumlow. We had been given orders that after dropping our things off in our cells we were to meet him in this very room. Well, here we were, waiting in anticipation for him to arrive with Rumlow and whoever else is with him. I glance at the Soldier, and he returns my gaze with a cold glare. Typical. I was only trying to ask him if he knew what was taking that creep so long, but if he was going to be that way, let him act like that.

The heavy metal doors swing open, admitting Rumlow, a few agents, Pierce himself, and a man with heavy glasses. The Soldier immediately snaps to attention, and I do the same not less than a second after him.

We stand there in silence, waiting for the three of them to tell us what to do.

"You're certain both are completely under your control?" the man with the trenchcoat murmura in his heavy accent.

"Of course I'm certain," Pierce exclaims in annoyance. "They wouldn't be here if they weren't."

"You'd be surprised at the brains behind these soldiers," the man with the coat shrugs. "They only chose the ones with the best survival instincts. The smartest ones. The ones that could potentially bring us to ashes if we're not careful." I see Rumlow smirk out of the corner of my eye, and he looks like he's trying not to laugh.

"They're fine," Pierce says. "Would you like me to prove it to you?"

"Prove...?" the man asks as if he doesn't understand. "Ah, prove. Yes, go ahead."

"I was going to do this all along," Pierce says tightly.

"Get on with it," Rumlow mutters. I see Pierce direct a glare at the man, but he says nothing. I wouldn't be surprised if Rumlow will be punished somehow later.

"Soldier, Witch," Pierce says, addressing us for the first time. I snap my gaze to him directly. "Begin."

Somehow– as if on instinct– I know what that means. He wants me to fight the Soldier, and I'm definitely equipped for that. This is it. My chance to prove myself. To show I'm the best soldier HYDRA has.

I make the first move, kicking the Soldier back so abruptly he stumbles back. I smile in victory as he nearly topples over. However, he recovers his balance all too quickly, a furious gleam in his eyes. He stalks toward me, throwing a punch with his left arm. His metal arm. Thinking fast, I duck under his arm, using his foot as leverage to keep myself up.

I push away from him. I can feel my powers coming. I don't know why I didn't think of them all along, but now I can feel them coming on.

My fist in a ball, I grab the Soldier by his right arm, and slam my elbow into the joint. He grunts quietly, but that's about it.

Well, now he's pissed off.

He grabs me by the wrist, twisting my arm. I wince in pain and clench my teeth, trying not to look feeble in front of my superiors. I embrace the pain, making sure I don't cry out or show any weakness.

The Soldier holds my arm a second too long.

He was still holding my arm when my powers finally activated. With my free arm– my left– I telekinetically trip him, picking him off the ground slightly. He loses the grip he has on my arm, and he falls to the ground.

All too easy.

Seconds later, he's on his face. His brown hair is in his face, but I can still see the glare. For some reason that makes me nervous. He charges forward, grabbing both my wrists in his. He continues to run backward, taking me with him. I have a terrible feeling about this. I can hear footsteps as people scramble to get out of our way.

Suddenly, I slam into something hard, and this time I actually do grunt. I train my eyes to see the Soldier glaring at me, pinning me against a wall. I close my eyes, focusing through the pain in my chest.

There. I finally have it.

Using only my mind, I shove him backward. He goes flying about fifty feet– the room being rather large, due to the fact that it's basically an arena– and he lands with a loud thud. Smirking, I walk over to him, punching him with my mind.

Yes, I know he's getting punched because his face is slowly turning bloody.

That's too easy, too.

He seems to embrace the pain, like I do. He lets it become a part of him. He gets to his feet, more furious than ever. He throws a punch at me, causing me to stop punching him with my mind. I duck under his punch, only to be hit by one going down with his right hand.

That's gonna hurt tomorrow.

Biting my lip as he punches me again, grabbing me by the collar, I try to think of my powers. To no avail. He continues to punch me, and I can feel blood forming, much like he has been going through moments before.

If only I could think straight.

Suddenly I remembered that I had a dagger in my pocket. With the arm I have free, I reach into my pocket and draw the knife. I stab into his metal arm– the arm that's holding me– and it momentarily jabs into the arm. He has no choice but to drop me. As I land on my feet and raise my foot to kick him backward, Pierce intervenes.

"Break them up," he commands Rumlow. With an uneasy look, Rumlow comes towards me, trying to smile. I roll my eyes, knowing that the fight is over, and go over to Pierce.

"Remarkable job," he comments, smiling at me.

Yes, of course it was a good job. I smile in triumph. I've officially beaten the Winter Soldier in a fight.

a/n: 

oohhhhh our girl beat the winter soldier what a badass lmaoooo

what do you all think is gonna happen next? Also, I'd love to have any feedback, if you don't mind adding some constructive criticism ;P

anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter x

~ a. grace <3