The Broken Soliders

Part twenty-nine

Y/n

One week later

My entire body ached, and I could feel myself shivering. The ground I was laying on was rough, and terror filled every part of my body. But there were strong arms wrapped around me, and despite all the pain I was in, I was relieved that he was alive.

Bucky.

And then I heard a distant beeping. It started getting louder, and I knew it would take me away from where I was.

"No," I whispered, snuggling deeper into Bucky's arms. "I'm not ready to leave."

The beeping only got louder, until I snapped awake.

I gasped as my eyes flew open, and looked to where the beeping was coming from. Of course, my life support.

"Oh, thank god," a familiar voice said.

I looked to my other side and saw Rhodey sitting in a chair next to my bed. Memories began flooding back about what had happened. "Where are they?" I asked, sitting up. "Did they stop the Flag Smashers?"

Rhodey sighed. "They're... busy, right now. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I said, kicking off the blankets and swinging my legs to the side of the bed. "Where's the man that took me?"

"We found him dead in his cellar where you left him. Seriously, Y/n. How do you feel?"

I had a slight headache, but other than that I was fine. "I need to get to them. Where are they?"

Rhodey sighed. "They're in New York. Sam called and told me that that's where the Flag Smashers are targeting next. But you need to stay here and rest."

I was already on my feet. "I need to go help them."

"No, Y/n. They can handle this. And you're in no condition to—"

"Rhodey, I have to see him," I said, staring him down. "I remember everything. I need to see him. I need to help him."

Rhodey sighed and rubbed his face. "Fine. Jesus Christ. We'll get you there as fast as we can."

"I expect no less."

We got to New York in a helicopter, and as we were flying, we saw Sam chasing around a different helicopter. Only his suit was white, which threw me off a bit but I was too busy yelling at the pilot to land to think too much about it.

Once we'd landed, I quickly found out where the action was by the shady looking people in masks running around. I followed them as they ran to the police cars and started pulling out officers.

"Whoa, whoa whoa," I said, running up to them. "Isn't this a little rash?"

There were three of them. The officers were already on the ground.

"Get in!" one of them yelled as he ran at me, and the two others hopped into the police trucks. They didn't go anywhere, considering the trucks were blocked off by giant street bricks.

The man running at me threw his fist into my gut, and it was clear he'd been given the serum. I stumbled back a bit, before kicking him in the thigh. He came at me again with a blow to my face, as one of the truck's doors opened and someone else came out to join the fight.

The other person kicked me in the back, and I stumbled forwards given that she'd also seemed to have taken the serum. The man in front of me took me in a choke hold.

"You know that girl you killed on the train?" he asked angrily. "She was just a kid. Just a kid trying to help the world. And you killed her."

I gulped, then jumped up as hard as I could, bending down when I landed so he flipped over onto his back. The other person was on me in a second, shoving me back as hard as they could. I then realised they had a knife.