Armor (Winter Soldier)

[6]

The pavement around him was covered in water. The air, cold. The sky, gray, empty and showing no signs of hope.

That is what he felt like inside.

He almost killed his best friend. Assasinated innocent people who should be living instead of him.

He should be the one dead.

He should be the one put in a grave.

And that is just what he was going to do.

Sam.

That was the only thing that kept him from doing whatever his clustered mind told him to do.

But he shook it off. He didn't even deserve her.

With not a moment to waste, Sam jumped in her car and stepped on the accelerator.

Traffic was such an obstacle when it came to this weather.

"Fuck it." She said turning the ignition off and opening the door.

Car beeping made her even more frustrated and caused her to speed up.

The rain kept pounding on her head and she dragged her small feet along the deep puddles of contaminated water.

People kept screaming at her and her car, but she didn't care.

Not at all.

To hell the car, to hell the people and to hell whatever came in her way.

She needed to to get to James, because she knows what he is capable of doing.

It was a bad idea, the one of taking him to that stupid museum.

Sooner or later, he would have had another tragic outburst. And Sam could not allow that.

Its all my fault. She thought as she ran to the small park's entrance.

This was a small park, she had a lot of chance in finding James here.

"James!" She yelled over the falling water.

"James!" She yelled again and recognized him at the bridge of a roaring river.

No, she thought while panic flooded her whole being.

A gun, a 22' revolver, was placed at his temple.

Where the fuck did he get a 22' revolver?! Sam thought.

He was shaking.

"James stop!"

The voice.

He knew that voice. The voice that stopped him from pulling the trigger that could end it all.

It was a quite stupid idea to do this in a public place. Don't you think? But for a ninety something year-old assassin who had memory issues, this scenario is pretty logical.

He stopped shaking and whispered, "Sam?"

"Stop! Please James please." She cried, reaching distance with him.

"I.....can't." He put the gun down and at the same time he felt someone jerk it away.

Sam took ahold of the heavy gun and threw it across the bridge, making a great deal of splashing in the creek's water.

By now, James was on his knees. Crying like a child.

His hands fisting in his brown hair.

"Listen to me, James." Sam said, authority taking over her tone, yet it still remained calm. She grabbed both of his hands and put her own on each side of his temples.

"Listen," she said, her voice cracking.

"You are James Buchanan Barnes and you are a good man. A good man who fought for his country and what he loved. You loved your best friend Steve. Hydra is gone, James. The mistakes you did not do don't matter anymore."

With that he crashed into her arms and sobbed. All the pain that seventy years have caused in his heart came flooding out of him.

The weight of guilt he couldn't take anymore, vanished and the only thing that he felt was him and Sam.

He looked up and saw a promising glint in her green eyes. Something that said that without her, he would be a lost case.