Bloodborne: First Blood {1}

Chapter 𝟞𝟘 - Tough Luck

You know, back in my day people didn't live long.

If it wasn't war that killed you it was poverty, if it wasn't poverty it was sickness, and if that didn't kill you, it was despair—despair from having to live a life full of such unfortunate events and more.

That, for some reason, didn't apply to me, Steve and now Bucky. Pain was the reason we were still going and it didn't seem like that was going to let up.

All of us sat in an armed vehicle, handcuffed and unsure of where the hell Rumlow and the rest of the HYDRA agents were going to take us.

"It was him." Steve was still in shock. "He looked right at me like he didn't even know me. Tina, you were right all this time."

Sam spoke. "How is that even possible? It was, like, 70 years ago."

"Zola. Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..." Steve trailed off.

"None of that's your fault Steve." Nat chimed in.

"No it isn't, it's mine."

"Tina-"

"Steve, I had a chance to save him, muiltple. Las Vegas, that bunker, the train. I was given plenty of chances to stop being a coward and do something. Now, HYDRA mangled his mind, did only God knows what to him." I didn't make eye contact with anyone. "...I'll make this right though. I will."

Steve took a deep inhale, not wanting to stir up anything else. "Even when we had nothing, we had Bucky."

Those words stuck with me, I wouldn't be half the person I was today if it wasn't for Buck. I couldn't ever imagine life without him, for all these years I had been living with the notion that he was gone, I couldn't even tell you if I was living at all. In the back of my head, it didn't feel like I was, not without Bucky.

Sam peered at Natasha bleeding gunshot wound then, he looked over at the guard that was watching over us. "We need to get a doctor here. If we don't put pressure on that wound, she gonna bleed out here in the truck."

The guard turned on these-taser rods and flashed it at Sam. Then, they quickly tased the second guard that was in the back with us, he wasn't the only one that got shocked.

Maria Hill removed her helmet right after she kicked the guard down. "Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain." We were all in disbelief, she looked at Sam. "Who is this guy?"

"Maria, what-" I started.

"Save it, we'll talk soon but first," She pulled something from her side pocket, it looked like a rod but when she twisted it, it produced a blue laser. "I gotta get you out of here."

Hill carved out a hole in the middle of the truck as it still moved, when we were finally free one by one we helped tuck and roll to escape the truck. Maria then led us to a car and drove us to some sort of safehouse. So this was where Fury had been hiding out all this time. Then another thought hit me, the others probably wouldn't have the best reaction to me not letting them in on that info. I could only hope they would understand but if they didn't-

Tough luck for me.

"GSW. She's lost at least a pint." Hill helped Sam carry Natasha.

"Maybe two."

"Let me take her." A man, who must've been a doctor trailed us.

Maria still walked quickly. "She'll want to see him first." Hill pulled back cellophane curtains to reveal the previously 'dead' Nick Fury sitting up in a hostipal bed.