Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

19. First mission

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"Was he wearing a parachute?" I heard a voice call out just when Steve jumped out of the aircraft, I glance over towards Natasha who smiles over at me. I walk over towards her, standing beside her with a blank face.

"Nervous?" Natasha questioned tilting her head to the side to look at me. I shook my head, "Nervous for the mission no, nervous for being up in the air with no support and can explode any moment yes."

"Don't worry you have nothing to worry about Angel." Natty assured patting my shoulder, I would've told her I wasn't worried but I was taken back by the nickname she had called me.

Angel.

I'm far from it but okay.

How can I be an Angel from the sins that I have caused throughout my life? I should be deemed to hell than to make my way to heaven. I may be an atheist but the way the rest of them speak highly about being past on to another life is changing my perspective which to whom I don't want. I'm happy on what I believe in so me being called angel really heightens me.

Natasha must've taken my silence from thinking to much about being up in the air that could literally kill us - even though you're a deadly assassin that could die at anytime.

My hands wrap around my stomach as I tap my fingers against the leathered covered clothing in rhythm. My eyes wandering the aircraft for any suspicion, I may be out of the Redroom but being brought up to check your surroundings for danger will always be my number one rule.

Minutes went by before the commander called out to put parachutes on. Me and Natasha geared up quickly without any mistake, my hands click the buckle tight around my chest before standing amongst the others. The former holds up his hands before moving it forward signalling to move out.

One by one we dropped yeeted ourselves from the aircraft, my eyes screwed tight as I jumped out before snapping them open. I spread my legs and arms out letting myself free hall, before I put my legs together and arms down by my side as I copied the rest of the soldiers moving direction.

The wind hits my face strongly, the wind messing up my hair as we neared the ship. Couple moments later before I clipped the red handle forwards and the parachute springs up as I fall swiftly on to the ground right behind the STIKE commander whom just shot at someone about to shoot Steve.

"Damn Steve how'd you missed one." I shook my head disapprovingly with a small smirk. He sends me a playful narrowed glare as I walk away, taking the parachute of me as I watch the parachute blow away slightly.

Natasha catches up with Steve as I go the other direction with Brock (commander) and the sheild soldiers. We began running across the upper deck with me and Brock taking lead as I spring the doors open. Memoizing the map of the ship on the way here, the place that the victims are being captive a through turns from here.

Bumping my legs fast as I swiftly reach down to my clutch taking out my gun for precautions when I ran down another hallway to the right of me with the others footsteps trailing up behind me. My ears strain blocking out the footsteps, trying to hear anything up ahead.

My right hand letting go of the gun as my hands spark with electricity, blue wire springs out of my hand opening the automatic controlled door panel up ahead. Running through taking another left before stopping behind a wall holding up my hand in a fist for the others to stop.

I peek my eyes around the corner, watching a curly long haired male talking behind a close door with someone. I turn back to Brock who waits for my signal, i motion to him that there's one and that I can take him.