Sergeant Barnes: The First Avenger

End of a Beginning

Bucky's POV:
I chase after Schmidt throughout the halls, stripes of metal slowly start to become repetitive. Schmidt fires his gun at me continuously. I use Steve's shield to protect myself. As Schmidt dashes around the corner, I hurl the shield in his direction, sparks form as metal clashes with metal.

As Schmidt makes his escape, a pair of doors begin to close behind him! Steve's shield wedges its way in the door just before it conceals the secrets behind it. I sigh in relief, and begin making my way towards the doors. But, before I can even take my first steps, a HYDRA soldier appears in the corridor, large pistols that spurt out fire are clamped to his arms. Flames flood the hallway. I pin myself against the wall to dodge the crawling flames. The cold metal seeps through my uniform. The ear splitting roar is cut off by the rapid spluttering of bullets. I whip my head around to find Agent Carter welding a machine gun with multiple soldiers behind her. The HYDRA soldier collapses to the floor in a burst of flames. As the soldiers run past me, I jog up towards Agent Carter, "Thanks." I state. "No problem. Don't you have a mission to finish?" she asks cockily. I nod and run towards Steve's shield, taking it out of the door and jogging through.
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Tall metal walls encase a large bird-like plane with Schmidt most likely inside, soldiers shoot one another down as the sound of a screeching engine vaguely cancels out their cries of pain. Dashing through the chaos, I use the shield to protect myself from a blast and bash a HYDRA soldier out of my way. Adrenaline pumps throughout my body as I sprint towards the plane. I punch a HYDRA soldier to the ground, and knock the next down to his knees. Jumping up onto a crate, I use it as a boost to lift me up higher than my legs can. My hand reaches out towards a dangling metal chain, the world seeming like it was slowing down around me. My fingers grasp around it and I swing across the scene below, dodging blasts from the HYDRA soldiers at my feet.

I drop down from the chain and continue sprinting towards the plane, explosions and rapid gunfire slowly drifting to silence as I keep my focus on the plane. The plane picks up in speed to the point where I can no longer keep up with it. I sigh in defeat as my legs slowly start to come to a stop. All hope seems lost until a slick black car screeches at the side of me, its long, luxurious bonnet passes me as it comes to a stop. "Get in!" Colonel Phillips states, revving the engine to grasp my attention. I clamber into the passenger seat, noticing Agent Carter in the back. As we continue down the runner, the hanger doors slowly start to open, revealing the mountainous scenery outside. Steve's death quickly flashes before my eyes at the sight. The car speeds up, the instant rush snaps me out of my thoughts as the plane comes closer into view.

I rise to stand in my seat, gripping onto the leather cushioning for dear life. "Keep it steady!" I state. I clamp Steve's shield onto my back and clamber to the side of the car. The propellers scrape against the shield. The Colonel ducks under the blades as they swipe the side of the car. Bending down below the plane, I slowly make my way to the front of the car. As the Colonel drifts the car round to the side to stop it from falling off the runner, I fling myself onto one of the wheels of the plane as it takes to the sky. I look back at Agent Carter, an ally I will never forget.
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Metal completely covers the area, alongside screws, hinges and wires. Small lights illuminate what one would expect to be a completely dark space. I clamber my way off of the wheel and swing myself onto a platform area. However, I stop in my tracks as I notice multiple piloted atomic bombs lining the ground area, waiting to be deployed. One catches my attention though, a sleek, black bomb like the rest, but in bold white letters it states, "New York". Blood boils in my veins. The sound of footsteps catch my attention. Multiple HYDRA soldiers jog throughout the upper platform area. Swinging down, I knock one of the soldiers down, grasping the attention of the others.

The soldier at the front of the pack slings out a dagger from his belt and charges at me with it! I dodge his first attempt, grasping his arm and slamming him down onto the railing. Another charges at me. My leg thrusts to his stomach, knocking him down. The last soldier tries to run away in fear of my strength. I yank the dagger out of the first soldier's grip and fling it in the last soldier's direction. It stabs him in the back.