No one said anything, the three of us just stood there, assessing each other. I could feel their eyes on me and for a brief moment I wondered if I looked ok.. i wore standard black clothing, no armour, I hated how heavy it made me. Even the light weight stuff, it just wasn't for me. Besides I was never in a fight long enough to get seriously injured, I don't wanna brag .. who am I kidding? I love to brag.. I'm a fucking badass. I wore black combat trousers and a long sleeve black top, I knew my clothes were ripped in places, all thanks to my little tumble with my target, didn't think I'd get up that close and personal with him. I didn't carry many weapons, a pistol strapped to my right thigh and a knife tucked into my boots, completing the look was a black mask that covered my entire face except my eyes, it made me feel claustrophobic. I decided to remove it, I wanted them to look into my face as I killed them. I raised my hand and laughed as they both tensed.
Pulling the mask off to reveal shoulder length brown hair and smooth porcelain skin. Piecing green eyes stared at them. The sharp intake of breath from Bucky made my attention snap to him. He recognised me. I could see it in his eyes but he just couldn't quite piece it together. We had never been in a room for long together, we trained as a group but I always kicked his ass. Yet he was the favourite soldier, I hated him. A smile danced across my lip as he stared at me, trying desperately to work it out
"It doesn't have to be like this" Captain Americas words pulled my focus to him. I couldn't help but laugh. "You shouldn't have gotten involved. I'm not here for you." I reply, dismissing him but he doesn't leave. Instead he straightens up and steps closer to Bucky. God, why won't he just leave? I sigh. Bucky hasn't taken his eyes off me, but I can see the gears turning in his mind, he's still trying to piece together how he knows me. There's something deeper to it than just Hydra but he doesn't know what it is but then realisation hits, his eyes widen and he takes a small step back. "No." He almost whispers the word. "No. It can't be. You can't be... I.. I don't.. I didn't.." He's rambling now, absolutely fucking pathetic, but before I can shut him up, something changes.
I see Steves eyes flicker to something behind me, I go to turn to see what had caught his attention. I'm a fool, I had been so focused on the task at hand that I hadn't been aware of my surroundings. That little bitch had managed to come right up behind me, a flash of light blinded me and a burning sensation seared through my mind. The world began to fade, I turned back to Bucky, fumbling for the pistol on my leg, I had to complete my mission. The last thing I remember is him lunging forward and catching me in his arms before darkness took over.
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The Long Game
FanfictionThe mission is simple, kill him..He escaped their control and he has to pay for that. They send in their best assassin to do the job, but what happens when things don't go as planned? Will they complete the mission?
