My little shadow (Bucky Barnes)

18

I almost get hit by a yellow car but J throws me towards a pole and I crash heavily into it.

"Helvete," holy shit, I yell at him and rub my shoulder as I start running. His eyes silently apologize and I feel the catman approaching quickly. We pass a few cars, but I know J is holding back so to not leave me behind. The cat man is catching up to us and so is Rogers. Because of me.

A man on a motorbike is my perfect target. I grab him roughly by the collar and throw him to the ground. Then I get on the motorbike and join J to get him on and finally start the fun. I accelerate and hear the engine roaring beneath me.

I taste the air on my face for a few moments but then James' movements make me turn towards him. He holds a bomb in his hand which he shows to me and then throws it at the exit of the collapsing bridge. In the space of a second, however, we are rolling on the ground and my hope is completely extinguished. Sadness and anger mix and I look at the catman angrily. I take a few steps towards him and he starts running towards me but can't reach me, because Rogers knocks him down.

Dozens of soldiers and a talking flying robot surround us and I am slammed to the ground and handcuffed.

"Good work Captain," the robot says, but I don't hear him.

I can't breathe. The sounds merge into children's cries. I have no strength left. I don't want to be here anymore.

"Lille skygge," it's a whisper, but it gives me a breath of fresh air and I can live again.

I'm in a cell. Alone. They are taking us who knows where, maybe even to hell, but I honestly have no idea. I lay my head back, the sound of sirens haunting me the entire time. But the worst thing is knowing that I may never see James again. For practically always I was never alone. He was always there. We've done everything together, but today, I feel more alone than ever. And this sometimes brings out the worst in people.

While my cell is being transported I don't know where I see Rogers and his little friends. I study them deeply. And the best way is by looking them in the eyes. They say that the eyes are the door to the soul and I believe it. In my opinion it could be that after death the soul comes out of the eyes, because they become glassy. I have seen many eyes and I knew how to recognize these too. They were sorry for me. But that wasn't comforting.