Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

10. Anti-hero

AN: Have you seen the new aesthetic for Seventeen? If not go check it out, it's underneath the cast chapter :)

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"It's me. Hi! I'm the problem, it's me"

My body shakes as I fall to the ground, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I lay limply on the ground. Tears streak my cheeks as I try to wipe them away, my mind swarming with the terrorising memories. It feels like a part of my brain has been unlocked, in which to me it has after many years.

My soul feels restless now as my aching heart tightens at the thought of all these memories coming back to me. Memories that have been unlocked for years and now that I have them, I don't know who I am.

Am I Zahra or am I seventeen?

Am I okay or am I broken?

Am I free or am I held captive?

So many questions that I've been wanting to know but never got the courage to find out even with my high curiosity level. I have a mother and a father who loves/d me and I have an older brother called Zayn in which I haven't seen since I was taken. Is he alive or is he dead?

Is those coordinates the key to that question or another?

But right I don't seem to care about anything but anger, pain and morose, I want to lash out at everyone who have hurt or used me and I want to do it over and over again. I want them to wear the cloak of unloved, unvalued, heck I even want to blast their heads in so they can be amnesiac and see how it feels after all these years.

I want them to feel what it is liked to be carved and bent open so they can feel the agony I went through the tortures and the...rape. I want them to give and give and give until they have nothing left to give, and then maybe I want them to give some more. So they just get an inside look within me to see how truly utterly broken I feel right now.

My eyes fly open with rage as I instantly sprang up to my feet, seeing everyone fighting amongst each other. My throat feels scratchy from the screaming and the sobbing, but that doesn't stop me from reaching the enhanced witch and slamming her against the metal door.

"Don't ever try to get inside my head again" I snarled, gripping her throat tighting between my finger tips.

For several beats we stayed there, my grip crushing her throat as she gasps for air. Her whole face turning a sickening white pale colour, my eyes filled with pure rage.

Before I could even say anything else, Wanda's hand springs up and her blast of red lasers spring at me. I fall on to the ground with a thump but with the anger fuelling up inside of me I jump back up. I narrow my eyes on her, quickly connecting my magnetic field on to one of the iron legion bots with my ability and hurled it towards the enhanced.

She easily deflected it, before I was suddenly knocked of my feet by the blue enhanced looking like nothing but wind hurling me off my feet. I groan as I whack my head, feeling a warm substance on my head but I don't acknowledge it as I stand back up again.

"Throw me on my ass one more time you fucking enhance looney tics and I'll surely damage your dear parents graves" I growled in anger, the memories in my head flashing before my eyes causing me to flinch every few seconds.