My little shadow (Bucky Barnes)

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"Do you know who I am?"

"You're Steve Rogers. I've been reading about you," his voice sounds a little softer than before even though he's lying. She never read about him in that sense. He already knew who Steve was. She knew him and told me about him. But now that he was here they seemed like strangers.

"Have you been to Vienna?" Rogers asks.

"We don't do those things anymore, "What does James know that I don't know?" J moves next to me and whenever I can I pinch him to clarify what's happening. "We haven't bombed or killed anyone since..." he gulps.

"I believe you, but the soldiers who are coming here won't and they don't plan on taking you out of here alive. We have to leave. Now,"

I hear footsteps downstairs and on the roof. My hair stands on end and adrenaline starts coursing through my veins. They're coming to get us.

"Ta tak i ryggsekken, lille skygge." Grab your backpack, little shadow.

He never stopped calling me that and I don't want him to. One way or another nothing can make me forget Hydra, but James is the part I don't want to forget. But on the other hand I don't even know my real name. Hydra was really good at hiding some informations.

I silently approach Rogers while the two men engage in a battle of stares. They seem ridiculous right now. I punch the floor and throw the backpack to J who catches it without taking his eyes off Rogers.

The windows break and two grenades fall to the floor. Kick the closest one towards Rogers who explodes it under his shield. Soldiers are everywhere. They are breaking in through the door and windows. Instinct guides my body with kicks and punches and when we reach the door I realize we're in deep shit. I punch a soldier and send him flying to the other side of the stairs. I feel his neck snap and wonder if he has a family waiting for him at home. But then I remember that I too want to live. Not for me, but for the little girl in me who didn't get the chance to do it. And that makes me mad as hell.

It takes longer than expected to get to the floor where we finally have some chance of escape. James is two steps behind me when I leap onto the nearby building. I roll to lessen the impact and look over my shoulder. J motions for me to start running and I do. A few steps later a searing pain in my back makes me fall to my knees. I wince when I get up, because it was a well-timed kick. I turn to James and realize he's fighting a man dressed as a...cat? I ignore the pain, the adrenaline pumping and I kick the man in the face who rolls on the ground. And the chase continues. I would like to use my powers, but I know we probably won't be able to escape so I will use them as an advantage to escape.

I silently jump from the building in the hope that the cat doesn't hear us and takes a wrong turn, but obviously the bad luck that seems to haunt me since birth doesn't decide to make way for luck and the cat runs after us again. And he's not the only one. I hear Rogers' footsteps in the distance. I narrowly dodge a bullet fired from a fucking helicopter. But what did we do wrong?!