Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

2. Mission Incomplete

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N

My hands shake in nerves, my hand fiddling with the bracelet on my wrist with anticipation of what's about to happen. I look out of the aircraft watching as we rise up into the air. Even after how many times I have failed a mission the consequence is always the same.

My brown chocolate curls fall down over my eyes as my eyes close on their own while removing the fallen hair. I leant back in my seat and my eyes shut tighter the higher we go up. Staying silent, I heard the pilot and the soldier converse over the radio. My hands clench on to the handle of the seat, twisting the fabric of the torn passenger seat.

As the plane descended, I felt my bones liquefy and my ears pop on their own, the silence surrounding me is eerie quiet but I didn't bother opening my eyes to bother to look on what's happening. It is when I felt the tires that we're thumping against the rough tar of the runaway that I did peak my eyes open to the familiar area of the aircraft.

After all these years of flying I could never get used of being in a plane, some of my mates; The Widows. Know of this fright and my answer every time is that I like to know when I'm going to die and keeping my eyes open - even if every time my eyes automatically close on their own of the thought of not landing safety.

I was about to grab my gear from the overhead compartment across from me but a flash of recognition in my eyes that I had left it at my failed mission spot. My mind somehow block out the event that occurred an hour prior, just a mindless experience that I almost forgot about my punishment.

I often wonder at night if this was normal, to black out at certain times of the day without actually knowing that you had been either walking, talking or even sleeping, but you can not ever remember or even imagine anything I have said or went on my walking journey.

My body always has a mind of its own as if I'm not fully functioning, my body and mind put itself on autopilot but your still somehow feeling the cold mild air, and the feeling this sort of absence in life of time like it's going on fast motion but you don't actually know that it is.

Do you ever imagine your watching your whole existence on screen in front of you, almost like others are watching?

The pilot nods in my direction opening up the doors for me to step through, my hands behind my back like a proper soldier. My head nodding at the following two soldiers in front of me, their face is harden and emotionless that I can't decipher if they know that I had failed - something inside of me knows they know.

They don't say a word they just turn on their black combat heel and started walking a head in a steady pace, with my five foot four inch height I was able to catch up with them due to being grown up here all my life and have to keep up.

My eyes don't wander about just staying straight the whole way, my hands getting sweaty from nerves building up inside of me. It was my fault I should endear the punishment, but that doesn't stop my small flinch of what it could be this time.

Throughout my sixteen years of being here I have pre-taken quite a lot of punishments due to my sarcasm and some failed missions - mostly sarcasm.

Even with the lack of knowledge of my memories being lost due to corruption and brain washing, but when I was thirteen I had undertaken some amnesia from a mission that I had been told that I had failed and that my partner had died.

They tried everything to get my memories back but the only thing I remember was me calling out to someone and I was out like a light in that battle field. Still to this day I don't remember anything before thirteen but honestly I think they don't even care almost like they want me to not remember.