They run all the way there, and when they run, they run fast.
That's what they were trained to do back in HYDRA: run fast, shoot well, and be the perfect mindless assets they were intended to be. Though that's all in the past now, they're good, they don't kill, they don't hurt.
They're good.
They're good.
They're good.
I'm good.
James's mind reeks of these phrases. He's trying to make himself believe it; he's trying to make himself remember.
Fortunately, their home is a small distance away from the market. The market, which was once so peaceful, feels like a lifetime ago when it's only been a few minutes.
Adrenaline and fear pump wildly through both Barnes's ears, eyes, and hearts as they rush home to pack their small lives into whatever they can and run to the next country.
Maybe not even a country, with whatever happened in Vienna, it seems to be national news, every person in every country on the planet will be looking for him. Where will he go? Where will he take them? Where can he take them?
Questions and desperate solutions flood his mind as he lifts Svet into his arms and bolts up the stairs, skipping three at a time.
Svetlana is silent too; she's too quiet, not the peaceful, enjoyable kind of silence but the kind that's sticky and glum, the hardly breathing type of quiet. She's scared, and if James is being honest with himself, he is too. So fucking scared.
In no time, they reach the door, but Bucky simply stands in front of it, staring with brows furrowed. Something isn't right, someone's inside.
"What is it?" Svetlana questions in a low whisper.
"When we go inside, kick the floorboard by the door in and grab the gun. Be quick, Svetty." James orders, staring straight at the door as if he can see through it.
Svetlana swallows the thick bile that rises in her throat as she nods. She knows better than to ask questions at a time like this.
"Ready?" James declares with a hand out beside him in a steady motion.
"да." Svet answers, readying herself for the amount of power she has to use in such a short time. "yes."
James does a short nod before he uses his fingers to count.
One,
Two,
Three.
Right on cue, James kicks the door in, allowing Svet to slip right under his legs and into their small beloved home. In a swift roll, Svetlana breaks the floorboard and cocks the gun by the time her father makes his way to the middle of the room.
Upon seeing the familiar red, white, and blue uniform, both the Barnes freeze, but only one grimace, the other just stares in disbelief.
The only sound that's heard is the knobless door closing on its own as Svetlana practically growls.
"What the fuck are you doing here." She seethes, her voice full of venom like a black widow spider. "Get out!" And with that, her gun goes up.
Steve turns around with his hands up, her beloved journal in his grasp. His eyes aren't even on the little girl who holds a gun leveled to his gut. "Easy, I'm not gonna hurt you guys."
"Yeah, right." She scoffs, her lips curling in anger.
"Sweetheart..." James says in a warning tone as he raises a hand out toward her as if steadying her.
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The Silent Shadow || marvel
FanfictionSvetlana Ekaterina Barnes was a science experiment. She wasn't made with the intents of being used as a weapon or in the name of science. She was made for the use leverage. Leverage against the only person in the world who cares about her. tik tok:...
