Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

1. Rogue

W I D O W   S E V E N T E E N

  Here's the thing: When you have been like an science experiment between other scientists, that you almost feel like you're not even human yourself. It's been officially a year and a half today, since I've left the red room. I feel like that I've been through so much pain outside than I was inside in the Red room. It's wrong to say so but it's true.

I don't belong here. I don't know where I belong.

I love the Avengers. Truly I do. But they are just people that hide their pain behind a mask of smiles and laughter that even myself does sometimes so I don't have to rely on others for my emotions.

I said it before and I'll say it again. I'm like a paradox. I want to be seen and listen too but then again I don't want people to hear about my worries or thoughts. That's too much, if I tell them my life then they will know me inside out.

It took years to master my feelings. I've locked my feelings away from society and I'll be damned if I have to ever admit my feelings. Only when I'm ready.

And again I love the avengers but I've been an assassin for far too long that it's corrupted me and my mind. I'm not going to lie and say I don't miss it, honestly, I do miss it. I'm not saying that I've went off the rails and ditched the avengers, I call them every once in a while.

My mind has tricked me, I feel lost in control and I can't reach the surface.

"Let's do this one more time, shall we?" I grinned down at the male, he lifts his head to reveal his black eye and cuts over his face and now ripped clothing.

"Do your best shot little girl, I won't break" He snarled, gritting his teeth together.

"Oh but you will, don't worry" I smirked, shrugging my shoulders.

"Why is a child like yourself, manhandling blades like these. Aren't you like, what fifteen or sixteen? Go play with make up and dolls, do something your own age than torturing men for your own personal enjoyment" He says, his limped eyelid fluttering slightly as he sits completely calm.

"I was old enough to fuck your ma last night, mate. I ain't that young, I would have you begging for me if you weren't a sick pedophile" I replied, walking closer grabbing my special friend from the weapon trolly.

"You little bitch who the fuck do you think you are you!" He shouts. I laugh hysterically as I play with the knife in my hand throwing it at him skimming his right ear as blood splatters out on the clean ground. Damn sorry floor for having rapist blood on you.

"Me?" I laugh as he nods, "I would say that I would be the person who will chop your small sick off and sew it to your head so you'll look like a limp dick unicorn but... I've already used that line so I'm the one whose going to make you wish you were never born, that's who the fuck I am" I smirk as he gulps looking down at his dick.

"Right we're to start" I smirk moving forwards we're he is sitting. "Nicholas Patterson had a wife called Maria Davis Patterson, you have a little boy sorry my mistake you had a little boy called William Patterson and has an seventeen year old girl called Juliet Patterson am I correct?" I chirp trailing the knife down the side of his face as blood covers the blade as I take in the screams of the man.

"Yes" he nods as I stop.

"Tell me what had your son and wife done to make you to kill them in cold blood, Nik?"

"I...I d..don't know what your on about"

"Oh cut the crap Nickolas, your caught. Just admit it, Juliet already told me everything. No need to lie." I shook my head stabbing the knife into his left legs as he screams in agony.