Mother Earth ||| Bucky Barnes (2)

13 | 𝐖𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵
2016, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡

"Get as far away from here as possible. You get to make your own choices now." Natasha told the Widows, holding me and Yelena close.

I was gonna ask about Dreykov, but an explosion rang out before I could. We looked around in fear, before Natasha took charge. "We've gotta get out of here." She said.

Yelena spoke next. "We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?" She asked.

Natasha was already going a different direction. "I'm right behind you guys." She said before she disappeared.

I took Yelena's hand, and hugged her quickly, before we ran, leading the Widows out.

"We shouldn't leave her behind." I told Yelena as we ran, frequently looking back for our sister.

Yelena shrugged. "She'll be okay. She's our sister."  She said, pulling me around a corner.

The facility was completely going up in flames, and we needed an exit. We needed to find Dreykov and Domoski, and the rest of our family, because it was real to me.

"I have to tell you something, Lena" I said to my sister.

She looked at me briefly, almost running into a wall. "What is it?" She asked, the both of us sliding on our knees to avoid being decapitated.

We had finally made it outside, and we were very close to death, but I couldn't go without my sister knowing this. "It was real to me. And you were a great big sister." I told her.

"I love you." She told me, grabbing onto my wrist, and uses her grappling launcher to launch us both up to a plane. Dreykov and Domoski's plane.

We landed, and pulled ourselves up to the wing of the plane, balancing on either side of the fast paced turbine engine.

"You ready for this?" She asked me, and I knew what the plan was. End the Red Room. No matter the cost.

I nodded. "If you are." I said, and Yelena nodded.

She pulled out her taser weapon, and I made my staffs magnetize into one large one. Right before we were about to stick them in, Natasha cane running down the tarmac.

"Yelena! Alessia! Don't do it!" She screamed to us.

Yelena and I smiled. "This was fun!" We shouted in union.

"No!" Natasha yelled.

We had no choice. It was the end of the mission. Nodding once at each other, we each shoved our staffs into the engine, causing an explosion, and us to go flying through the air from the sheer force of it.

I didn't scream as I fell, because a part of me was glad that my end came at a cost like this. It was worth it, and I knew it. Just as I was accpeting my death, Natasha grabbed onto Yelena, attaching a paracute, and hugging me tight to her body.

We floated down gracefully, until the flying robot thing came into view. In one swift move, Natasha handed my weak body to Yelena, who held on to me tightly, as Natasha pushed us away.

She fell, and we couldn't see her anymore. I noticed Yelena begin to pass out, so I slapped her cheeks.

"Come on. Stay awake. Talk to me. tell me your favorite memory of me." I said, and she blinked a few times.

"When we rolled down the hill by our house with Nat. You wouldn't stop giggling." Yelena said, snickering as we continued to fall.

I smiled. "We had a whistle. It went like this." I recalled, whistling the tune that I had remembered.