Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

21. Saved me

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

It's been hours since me and Steve have been standing in this mirrored room as we stare into the operation room with Nick Fury laying on the bed unconscious trying to save him. My eyes emotionless as I stare at the scene, my head still not wrapped up on what just happened two hours prior in Steves apartment with Nick giving me a hard drive whom to only me and Steve know off and coordinates he had given me personally.

My mind soon wandering off to the metal arm man from in the alleyway, there's something awfully familiar about him that I can't point my finger towards. Almost like I've seen him before but I can't remember where.

But deep down inside of me I know he is part of my past which endears me to find out sooner or later. A part of me wants to see him again even after teasing him with throwing back his bullet to keep it but a part of me again hopes that next time we cross paths - which will possibly be soon from him declaring a war for shooting at one of our head agents, is that he kept the bullet but I have no reason as to why he would in the first place. 

I feel like the metal arm dude is just like me. I seen the way his eyes clouded over almost like he is in a trance. But his eyes hold a hint of trauma, that he has been through things that no one should ever go through - just like myself and the rest of the widows.

Being held against your own will to grow up into a world of fighting and killing that it almost came apart of who you are.

I did get out once, I remember after Yelena was taken from me that I couldn't take it anymore. I think I was around fifteen or sixteen that I hijacked an aircraft plane and escape for a week before windows stormed through the rough neighbour I had been staying in.

They never let you go.

They will always somehow find you even if you hide in plain site and been able to hide away from other people but the Redroom knows are tactics. I made a mistake by following the tactics next time I won't make such a rookie mistake again.

Snapping away from my thoughts when the door springs open with a dishevelled Natasha storming in, she leans towards the glass her hands on the railing gripping it tightly her hands turning a pale white.

I can hear her unevenly breathing from beside me with Steve on my other side. Her eyes dart to the operation table seeing Nick - even the name gives me a sense of deja vu.

Natasha never halters her eyes away from the scene in front of her as she speaks to no one in particular. "Is he gonna make it?"

"I don't know" Steve spoke honestly as my ears perked up again at the sound of the beating monitor. I watch as the lines rise high before dropping again, his heart rate appears to be faltering each passing moment that I hate to admit it that he may not survive this.

"Tell me about the shooter" Natasha says.

At that my eyes blur over imagining the shooter in my head, his dark stormy mysterious eyes stare right into my soul as I saw a glimpse of surprised emotion written on his face that it was only there for a split second. He didn't appeared frighten about the electromagnetic force I whiled myself to do like the rest of the agents I was told to practise with.

"He's fast. Strong..."

He seemed mesmerised and amused by the string of sparks enveloped from my fingertips, I seen his eyes blink a few times in astonishment almost like a child with big doe eyes seeing the world for the first time just like I was when I first got these powers.

"Had a metal arm..." Steve states narrowing his eyes as they cast down to the ground in thought.

"Ballistics?" Natasha questioned.