The Dark Age- Marvel

11

Soldiers run towards us as we walk into the army base. Me, Steve and Bucky and all the missing soldiers. The soldiers clap and cheer as they recognise us. Colonel Phillips storms towards us with his hands on his hips looking annoyed but with a bit of pride.

"Some of these men need medical attention. I'd like to surrender myself for disciplinary action." Spoke Steve.

Colonel quickly glances at me, and I raise my eyebrows.

"That won't be necessary." Colonel smiles.

"Yes, sir." Steve says in a voice that only the closest ones can hear.

"Let's hear it for Captain America." Someone shouts which sets the large crowd of into cheers and praises.

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Me and Peggy walk into the bar, all eyes turning to us as we walk towards Steve and Bucky. As soon as we step into their vision, their eyes quickly turn to us.

"Agent Carter. Demi." Steve nods.

"Demi. Ma'am." Bucky smiles.

"Howard has some equipment he would like you to try." Peggy replies. "Tomorrow morning?" She asks.

"Sounds good." Steve answers.

Steve and Peggy start making some very intense eye contact, so I grab Bucky's hand and drag him away from the happy couple.

"Where are we going?" Bucky whispers.

"Away from that." I said.

"That sounds like a great idea." 

"Well why don't you go and get yourself a drink while I go and find something for me to have, alcohol won't help my appetite." I smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bucky shouts as I walk away.

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I look down at the shield.

"Red, white and blue with a star. Really? That's the best you could think of." I complain.

"Well, there wasn't much option. It was either this or purple." Steve argues.

"Maybe you would have suited purple. You never know." I joke.

"Well, I'll see you later then."

"Wait, you're not coming." Steve questions.

"No, Colonel thinks it will be better if I stay here. Peggy and Stark are targets now, they need protection in case Schmidt decides to attack here."

"Well, I guess I'll see you when all this is said and done."

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I sped past the guard at the door of the train. This was a stupid idea why did I decide that sneaking onto a hydra train was the best thing to do.

I wince as I step onto the metal flooring, my boots making a loud noise. I sigh in relief when I hear no movement.

That relief is short-lived.

Pain spreads through my shoulder as a gunshot echoes through the room. I look down at the wound and cringe as I start to feel my wound heal.

"Demi." A voice whispers.

I look up and sigh in relief at the two idiots in front of me.

"Do you just shoot me?" I whine.

"We thought you were a Hydra soldier." Steve sighs. "Are you ok?"

"Just give it a second." AS if on queue, the bullet falls to the ground and my wound closes up.

"I still don't understand how that works and what you are?" Bucky looks disturbed by what he has just seen.

"We'll explain after this is all over."

We stroll forward through a doorway but just after I stepped through it closed leaving Bucky alone in the other room.

A strong grip grabs the back of my neck, increasing the strength of their grip until you can hear bones cracking and I groan in pain. Just because I can heal, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

Steve rushes forward towards the person trapping me with their grip.

Their grip loosens slightly until everything goes black.

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I gasp awake and bolt up from the bed I was currently lying on.

"Demi. It's ok. You're alright." Arms wrap around me pulling me into someone's chest. My breathing slowed and I thought everything was alright until I felt something wet land on my shoulder.

I quickly look up at Steve.

"Steve, what happened?" I ask.

"Demi-" I cut him off.

"Tell me." I demand.

"Bucky, he-he" Steve stutters.

"He what, Steve. Where is he?"

"He's gone. Demi." Steve sobs.

"No. No." I shout. "He can't be gone. He can't be. This is all my fault. Maybe if I had fought harder and not got my neck snapped." I sobbed. "He would still be here."

"Demi, it's not your fault. It's no-one's but Schmidt's. That's why we've got to stop him." I nod in agreement.

An accented voice interrupts our conversation, "I'm sorry for your loss."

I look up at Erskine with tears in my eyes both quickly walking towards him. I wrap my arms around his waist and sob into his chest, he strokes my hair, comforting me.

"He's gone."