Troubled Mind | Bucky Barnes

Part 3

A/N: I know my protagonist doesn't have a last name. I honestly couldn't come up with one that fit so she'll just be Alexi. Like Wong or Adele or Beyonce.

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Since she was confined to the compound and grounds, Alexi decided to go for a walk late that afternoon after getting some rest. She was no longer sore, and her bruises had already healed, as she expected. 

The grounds beyond were thick with trees but there was a small path that looked as though it was regularly maintained. Walking down the path for a minute, the trees cleared to a small circular garden that looked out past the fence perimeter to the horizon. On the edge sat a swinging bench where she had a seat watching the approaching sunset. She took a deep breath to calm her mind and assess her situation. She hadn't expected to end up here and didn't want to stay too long. She knew she was a danger to these people, and she didn't want them to find out why. Her years with Hydra had left her distrustful of everyone and she had no idea what would happen to her if they found out what she really was. The snap of a twig brought her out of her thoughts making her head spin to see a familiar looking figure.

Bucky, equally as surprised to find her there, stopped in his tracks. He was in a t-shirt and shorts, sweating, and catching his breath. He looked like he had just finished a run. 

"Spy," he nodded acknowledging her, clearly annoyed to see she had discovered this path.

Looking over to him, she furrowed her eyebrows, "What is your problem?"

"Aw, sweetheart, am I getting to you?", he crossed his arms defensively.

"Don't call me sweetheart, killer. And you don't even know me," she replied looking back to the horizon attempting to ignore him.

"I know enough," he answered back.

"And what's that?" she shrugged, asking genuinely.

"I know your type. I recognized it immediately."

"Recognized what?" she asked with some concern that Bucky did not pick up on.

Accusatorily, he said, "The Hydra influence. You don't just work for them and not know what you're doing for that long. You may have everyone else here fooled but I know a liar when I see one."

"You could at least learn something about me before you pass judgement. The way I know all about your past James Buchanan Barnes."

Taken aback, "How do you know my name?"

Alexi stood and faced him. "I know a lot more than that, Barnes. Sargent James Barnes of the 107th Infantry Regiment. I also studied the super soldier program with all your little psycho friends. I know all the key words too. Should I..."

"...Shut up" he said brushing her off, annoyed.

She smiled. She was getting on his nerves, and it amused her. She wasn't afraid of him, more curious than anything. "Does it still bother you? The blood shed, I mean," she asked, calmly.

"Shut the hell up!" his voice was raised this time.

She continued, "The atrocities. The screams. Do you still hear them?"

"Don't make me shut you up," he spoke low and quietly, almost a low growl. He stepped closer to her, so close they were almost touching. He was using his size and height to try and intimidate her.

"Bring it, Grandpa!" She used both hands to push back hard against his chest. Bucky blocked her with his metal arm and grabbed her with his other hand. She used it to swing up around his neck and flip him on to the ground. She landed on top of him with her thighs pinning his chest to the ground. He looked up at her, surprised, but only for a second before he used his incredible strength to easily roll her over. Getting up to his knees, her legs still straddling him, he pinned her arms above her head. His grip made it difficult for her to do anything but squirm beneath him. Pulling one knee in, she kicked him hard in the chest, the force of which caught him off guard and he flew back. They both lay on the ground panting for a moment.