Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

19. Mission Complete?

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N

My hands skimmed over the video footage, cutting off some scenes from mine and the male's encounter. I still don't know why i hadn't killed the man. He did kill my brother so i do have the short straw to shoot the living daylights out of him. But when i had looked into the man's eyes, I could just tell there was more to the story to what meets the eye or should i saw Dreykov's lying ass mouth.

But i saw the footage of thee Winter Soldier shooting my supposedly twin brother whom i do not remember but have a flutter feeling that he is important to me when i had seen his face on the screen. I still don't know what is real or fake in this life right now, I don't know who i should be trusting but i for one have to say that i don't trust Dimtri. Why is it always the males starting with D's that are bad or Michael's, they are definitly shady people.

My finger hovers over the camera screen, watching as the male's figure fall limp to the ground for ten seconds, not moving thankfully in my case as if he started moving less i have no way to edit it to go on a loop of him laying there. The male's voice is still drilling into my head, a part of me liked the idea of a man looking at me with such emotion.

It wasn't the obession pedo lustful type, no it was the sweet, adoration, and loving type. I want that feeling and he had shown me that by the soften gaze he still lingered on me as i looked down at him with smoke flaring from the barrel of my gun. My harden face had cracked, why a man like him would look at me?

I didn't know him, i lied when i said i didn't care if I don't remember him but in honest truth if i put aside the main benefactor of this from him shooting my brother. I wanted to know more about him, i wanted to know who i was to him. Was i different? Did I love him? Who was he to me?

His eyes captivated me, the blue ones that bore into mine that could never compare to his cinematic ones. I feel so sappy thinking that I wished i had stayed longer to look into them and study every detail on his face and i would've never gotten bored.

I unhooked my finger from the camera after I had sneakily placed it back on to my skimmed widow body suit. My foot taps anxiously on the metal flooring with a moment between them, my eyes falling close until the rest of the journey back to the space building or whatever the fuck it is called now.

My body jolts to the side when i felt the air craft shift landing course inside the big air craft. I let out a puff of breath before unclenching my white curled knuckles from its clasp around the metal seat belt, i watch it fade back into my caramel tanned colour. My head held high with my emotionless facade plastering onto my face when a soldier comes up to guide me down the metal landing strip.

I gaze my eyes around the place to see workers running at every direction as they repair damaged air crafts and some black widows attending into or out the air crafts. I look back forward as i take the lead to head to Dreykov's office to inform him of my mission report. On the way during the walk, i noticed some side eyed looks from the other widow. I only give them my hardest glare and they went walking away in a hurry with mumbled murmurs from between them.

I rolled my eyes, combat boots stomping on the ground with each step as i try to get to the office quick and hopefully end it quicker. My hands place themsleves behind my back in reflec when i resach the entrance of the big double doors of Dreykov's office, nerves inkling inside of me. I don't know why I'm nervous, i did nothing wrong even though on the contrary speaking I didn't complete the mission.

The soldier that had followed me, raps the door loudly with his fist three times before leaving the place with slight hurried pace. I take a deep breath in before letting it out, the doors open with a jolt, as i step a foot into the spaceous room. My eyes instantly land to a round table in the middle of the room, four men in total place themsleves around it with poker pieces and beer bottles placed around it. I meet Dimtri's eyes first, a grin slipping on to his face when he sees me as Dreykov notices the change in the man's expression and turns towards me on to his left.