Finding the Bucky in Winter Soldier

You are my mission

Bucky locked his eyes onto you as you peered from behind Steve's shoulder. They burned into you, it made you feel like you were on fire from your stomach and it was spreading out through your body.

Steve's muscular right arm reached back to defend you. You clasped it with both arms as the burning sensation was hard to fight. It made you feel weak and collapse over his arm. He looked back at you with a terrified expression as he knows you had the serum him and Bucky had all those years ago.. so why, or even how are you feeling so weak all of a sudden.

Whilst busy tending to you he had failed to notice Bucky making his way over and now was only a few steps away. He pulled off the mask which was covering the bottom half of his face. He looked so dark and serious. Steve looked at him, trying to get him to realise he knows him and said, 'Bucky... you know me, you know us.. let us help you.'

He paused for a second, then stepped and stood tall. 'She calls me James, you call me Bucky.. Which one is it?', his tone had a taint of anger to it

'You're both', you shrieked as you came from behind Steve, his arm still clung around your midriff, 'James Buchanan Barnes, but everyone knew you as Bucky! But I never called you that, you told me it was only your mother and I that still called you James.'

He starred at you. Almost through you as it seemed like he was in some sort of day dream. He leaned forward and was about to speak when out of nowhere Natasha comes flying through the smoke and kicks high into his cheek, he flinches but then grabs her mid air and slams her into the ground with his metal arm around her throat.

'I am not here for you', he said slowly, ' So don't make the mistake of getting in my way again!' He pushed back up off her and stood up as she spluttered trying to catch her breath.

In the few seconds of commotion, Steve had managed to pull you over to a corner of the room out of sight between some table and chairs.

'Stay here and stay low', he warned.

He turned to leave but you pulled at his arm and called out, 'No, Steve, wait.. don't hurt him, he needs us. He's still Bucky..'

"Look, for now, we just need to get you out of here. He can't take you. Just stay here. Please..'

'Ok', you merely mouthed back.

He disappeared into the smoke and you sank to the floor covering yourself with your arms over your knees and head resting on them.

You could hear fighting in the distance, it was hard to make out from behind the table as the party guests were still running around in panic as well.

Then after a few minutes you could see a figure coming towards you. They seemed injured, not walking but kind of hobbling. They fell in front of you. It was Steve.. he was unconscious with his face beaten, clothes ripped and blood over them. You crawled forward to him and put your hands either side of his face. He was still warm, as you lifted yourself up and over him you could feel his breath. He's alive, you felt so relieved. As you ran your hands over his torn shirt you could feel someone else was in front of you.

You peer up and see Bucky. He leans forward and grabs you by your arm, not with his metal arm but his normal one. He squeezes it as he pulls you up and into him. You are chest to chest and face to face. He studies you, taking in your facial features.

'Don't try to fight me. When I last saw you I gave you something which counteracts the serum Hydra gave you. It is only temporary but I have more. And I am not sure your human friends would react well to it..' He reached down to his belt and pulled out a vial with red looking liquid within.

'Come with me quietly and no one else needs to get hurt', he says softly.

'And what are you going to do to me James? Why should I trust you won't hurt anyone else.. Look at what you did to Steve!'

'He got in between you and me.. Nothing gets in between me and my mission.. He'll be fine'. He explained.

"Is that all I am to you? A mission? Some property you have been asked to return?', you looked at him firstly with hate but then longingly. You hadn't been this close to him in so long. You were still getting over the fact he was still alive.

He looked at you, it felt as if he pulled you in closer, your heart was beating furiously. You were sure he could feel it. As you looked into his eyes for something, anything to see if Bucky really was in there still, it happened. The beautiful blue shone through, just for a split second he was there. But then the pure black returned and he loosened his grip whilst turning, still holding your arm. 'Yes', he said sternly to you, 'You are my mission'.