Sunshadow

New Scars

She couldn't just let Marx leave. Bucky could have gotten seriously hurt, from trying to protect her. Because friends always protect each other. And she knew Hydra would keep coming for her, and Bucky would keep saving her.

He was going to get hurt eventually.

And her leg didn't hurt that much. It was kinda bearable. Ish.

She knew lots of ways to get out of a locked room, from her training at the Academy. They had loved locking things up there.

The lock was easy enough to get through. The problem was sneaking past the camera right outside her room that Bucky would probably be staring at, or forcing someone else to watch.

Fuck it. She could take any of them. She had already beat them all while barely breaking a sweat. Even if her leg was vunerable, she could still knock them out with a well placed kick from the uninjured side.

She arrranged her features into a cocky grin and stepped out, pausing to look at the camera and then sprinting down the corridors. Well, it couldn't really be described as running. More like... hobbling.

After about 30 seconds she heard an alarm, and she pulled out the gun Fury had given her. They had forgotten to confiscate it, and luckily she had some icer bullets in her room. She held it in front of her, knowing none of the Shield agents would come from behind.

There they were.

They crept forwards, guns pointing at her. She didn't know whether they had icers or real bullets, but she knew they wanted to tire her out, and she would have to use her powers since she didn't know. She rolled behind the corner, where they couldn't shoot.

"We don't want to hurt you, Agent Moonface," the agent at the front called out.

"Pretty hard to belive, when you have guns pointed at my head." She yelled back as she aimed.

Bam. It hit spot on. Perfect hit. The woman slumped sideways and the other agents rushed forwards to check her pulse. Kiki rolled her eyes; what did they think she was, a monster?

It only took 10 more icers to take them all out. Goodness, that was easy.

Whoever trained them did a rubbish job.

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There he was.

The man who didn't exist. Marx Whitehall.

"I was starting to think I had imagined you."

He turned around at her voice, and smiled when he saw her.

"I'm awfully sorry, that would have meant you could live." He signalled to the men behind him to grab her. "You don't look very... clean, for someone who is about to die. This is not how I would want to be remembered."

As the men got near to her, she calmly raised her gun and shot them. "You're funny. We could be friends, if you stopped trying to kill my other friends." He shook his head and looked at the men lying on the floor.

"Shame. I thought they would last longer." He stepped forward over the figures. "It seemed they underestimated you. After all, you are not the little girl my father's assassin shot anymore." As he continued walking towards her, she raised the gun with her finger resting on the trigger. "Oh, I wouldn't do that, my dear." He laughed. "You see, I always have the upper hand."

It was only then that she saw the silent men stood around them. She cursed herself silently for not noticing earlier. "Stop this, and we can say we're even. This has been going on for far too long. No one else has to die."