S-20 or Peter's POV
Obey.
Obey, obey, obey.
Fragmented words scattered my brain, reminding me of the rules and punishments of Hydra if I don't obey. Not a single coherent thought was being strung up in my mind.
"S-20, fight James Buchanan Barnes. Last one alive stays as the soldier for Hydra," an order came, cutting through my fragmented thoughts and firing up my muscles to take action.
Follow orders.
Obey, obey, obey.
Fight James Buchanan Barnes and kill him. Fight and kill. Fight and kill.
Kill or be killed.
Survival is necessary.
For Hydra.
You are nothing. FOR HYDRA ONLY.
James Buchanan Barnes is filed as my handler, according to my programming.
S-20 must never harm Hydra personnel, including all guards, handlers, or higher officials.
S-20 is not allowed to fight James Buchanan Barnes.
But the order.
Obey, obey, obey.
I felt the muscles in my arm tense and twitch as I sought to bring up a fighting stance. For once, I fought against the programming and tried to resist the order.
This was a test.
A test to see if I will obey all orders like a mindless robot or follow Hydra's rules.
I will pass the test.
S-20 was made to be better than the defected Winter Soldier.
My head was splitting. Rules were barraging against my skull but a desire to follow the orders also added extra stress. A splitting headache made it feel as though a thousand volts were shot across my body, a feeling I was already accustomed to.
I felt warm liquid drip from my nose and ears. I raised a finger to touch and it came back red.
The pain in my head was becoming too great and I could not bear it. The rules told me not to react or flinch, but my head was getting unbearably foggy and my vision was fading out. Soon enough, my knees buckled and I fell into the ground.
Orders forgotten and rules broken.
Obey, obey, obey S-20! You are FOR Hydra and nothing more. FOR Hydra.
FOR Hydra.
Then who is Peter?
Peter? Where did that name come from!
Why does it sound familiar?
Peter. Peter.
Peter.
The name of the boy in the stories my Handler tells me at night when he thinks I am not listening.
Peter.
Follow orders S-20. You are NOTHING.
No, no, no!
Peter.
I am Peter.
My brain stopped working and my hazy gray vision finally blinked shut and I fell into a world of darkness and unconsciousness.
Bucky's POV
Peter passed out. He collapsed a few minutes upon receiving the order to fight me to the death. I did not know what was happening to him — I suppose Hydra messed up with his programming and he was taught to never disrespect or fight against handlers, despite orders — but I knew there was no time to waste.
This was my chance.
I was already taken out of my cuff and placed in the center of the room as the guards were under the assumption that I was going to fight Peter.
After Peter passed out, everyone went into a frenzy, but I quickly took action. I was a little weak from the lack of food and my muscles felt sore from being tied up all the time and with lack of movement, but I fought through a barrage of soldiers and managed to steal their gun and a few knives.
Fighting my way over to Peter, I managed to reach the unconscious boy and I easily picked up his thin frame.
I was going to escape this time and now, there was no way in hell I was leaving him alone here.
Blasting my gun and pulling off the pin and throwing as many grenades as possible, I kept on trying to make openings until I saw sunlight and a way out of this underground prison.
A crack through the ceiling in the far west wing showed me a glimpse of yellow that I have not seen in forever. Focusing my attention towards breaking that down, I managed to keep the guards off of us, keep Peter safe in my arms, and make an escape.
Grabbing and strapping extra guns and ammo to my belt and back, I stocked up on weapons before springing out of the hellhole, Peter still thankfully with me, and ran.
I just fucking ran.
There was nothing for miles. I sprinted and sprinted as fast as I could for as long as I could. There wasn't a single village or even a god damn person that I could find, much less a phonebooth to get in contact with any of the Avengers.
I spotted thick looking woods ahead of me. Adjusting Peter in my arms, I forced myself to march a little bit further and take shelter in the woods and hopefully out of sight from the Hydra men.
Settling in a little sheltered tree, I just started to position my gun around me to keep myself armed when I all of a sudden heard the sound of repulsors around me.
God, have I never been more thankful for a flying idiot in metal.
"What took you so long, Stark?" I called out, turning to see the red and gold colored Avenger hovering right next to my tree.
"No time for questions Barnes. Now let's get the hell out of here before deforestation hits this random god forsaken corner of this earth. And please, for the love of god, tell me you have the boy with you."
"Yeah. Yeah, man, Peter's here. We got him home."
Home.
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Not Anymore
FanfictionS-20 has only ever known one thing, Hydra, until one man came into his life and showed him that there was so much more. That man was his first friend. His older brother. But after one night, the two were ripped apart and S-20 cannot even remember hi...
