𝐈𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
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The infamous Winter Soldier and Morana are assigned on a mission once more, but things don't go as planned for them this time. To survive, they confront emoti...
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TW: Fighting, kidnapping, and weapon use. We are finally getting back to the main plot of this story! This is a long chapter and maybe a little hard to follow with the constant shifting of POV. I'm sorry in advance.
With my limited cooking skills, I'm slaving over the hob, attempting to cook a pot of ramen for Morana and me, but I'm failing miserably. She's in the town's market, buying any food we can afford with the money we found under the sorry excuse of a bed. She insisted on going alone, knowing that I would most likely bring unwanted attention to myself with my metal arm and huge body structure. She promised she would be quick, saying she didn't want to be alone any longer than I did. For the brief moment that I looked into her eyes, I saw a flash of fear. I know that look because I see it in the mirror daily.
Nonetheless, she left about 15 minutes ago, and I have been trying to work the oven ever since. However, I'm suddenly stopped in my tracks at the sound of creaking floorboards behind the front door. My ears prick up, alerting me to the sound. It seems too heavy to be Morana's, and she told me that she would let her presence be known when she arrived back. At the realisation, I drop the fork I was using to stir the boiled water and make a beeline for the bedroom. I hide behind the door, leaving a crack open for me to see the front door. The door creaks open, and a boot walks in and closes the door behind it.
The man looks around the open living room, spotting the boiling pot on the hob - knowing I'm here. He doesn't call out, shout, or demand me to show myself. But, when I see his face, instantly recognising it, I step out of my hiding spot, revealing myself.
"You know me?" The man asks.
"You're Steve. I read about you in a museum."
I can easily see an earpiece situated in his left ear, and when it speaks, Steve looks on edge, suddenly. I can't hear the voice, but by the looks on Steve's face, I can tell the news he just received wasn't pleasant.
"I know you're nervous, and you have plenty of reasons to be, but you're lying." Steve places a book down on the table. My book. The book where I write everything I can remember, fearing that I will soon forget it all.
"People are coming here now to take you, and they're not planning on taking you alive." He explains.
"That's smart. Good strategy." I mumble, looking him in the eyes.
"This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck."
"It always ends in a fight." I pull off my glove, revealing my metal hand.
"You pulled me from the river, why?" He asks, looking nervous.
