"Fuck, fuck, fuckkk!"
You bit into your coat, muffling the words in pain as you clutched your middle. You pulled your hand back with a cringe, realizing it was dripping with blood and you could feel it gushing out, drenching your clothes. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back and hitting the trunk, tears stinging your eyes.
So, the mission went to shit.
You slowly took your jacket off, trying not to scream in pain, and pressed it against your middle, groaning loudly at the pressure. Your breathing was shallow, and it felt like with every breath you let out, about a cup of your blood was lost with it.
"It's fine," You whispered to yourself, trying to be reassuring, trying your best to calm yourself down because the inevitable was taking place, "You knew this was gonna happen," You hissed when you tried to move your leg, realizing it was busted too, "It's okay, it's oh – fuck – it's okay."
Your chest was rising and falling, but you knew you didn't have long. You ripped the earpiece out of your ear, hearing the agent assigned to retrieve you saying something, but they couldn't hear you, that part was broken apparently.
Two days ago, you started digging into SHIELD's...well, everything. You already had a lot, but you were never really interested in their past 'prisoners' before, kind of assuming you were the first.
You were wrong.
They've had about a dozen or so 'gifted' prisoners who they trained and surprise, surprise, all were pronounced deceased, cause of death being unforeseen circumstances. You dug a little deeper and found the dates lined up with a certain mission they all took and were unsuccessful at.
There's a heavily encoded bunker on the south east side of Russia, but the surrounding area acts as a Bermuda Triangle of sorts. Everyone's telecommunications go haywire, the area is enclosed with a thick forest that goes for countless miles and every prisoner who has attempted this mission was never seen again.
You're such a dumbass.
"A stupid," You muttered under your breath, tying your coat best you could to your middle, "Arrogant," You held the gun to your chest, listening closely for the footsteps behind the tree where you hunkered down, "Dick."
You bit your lip, rolling onto your chest behind a rock, and squeezing one eye shut as you aimed with the other, shooting him in the heart twice before he went down.
"Son of a bitch!" You whisper shouted in pain, not being able to get behind the tree again.
You dug your fingernails through the dirt, dragging your failing body across the ground and into better cover. The wind was knocked out of you when you shoved your back against the trunk of the tree again.
Your mind wandered as your eyes fell heavy, losing consciousness. It flew over your life, trying to trudge up some happy memories before everything went to shit after your dad.
You thought about your brother, wondering what he would say if he could see you now.
He'd probably tell you something about always being reckless, even when you guys were kids. He'd give you words of comfort as you slowly slipped away, assuring you it was okay to go, it was okay to just rest now. Maybe he'd even lie to you and say something like the good you've done now outweighs the bad, so it's over, you're done. You did it.
Tears fell down your cheeks, but you barely noticed as your body started to shake, the cold night winds giving you goosebumps.
You were alone, lost, scared, freezing, and to keep it blunt, dying.
