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Thud.
"The latest news: Steve Grant Rogers and Bruce Banner in critical condition—"
Whump.
"—after being cornered in an alleyway in New York. Both were shot several times—
Thwack.
—and are currently fighting for their lives."
An image of Steve lying on the operating table, pale but alive, flickers in his mind. The serum in his veins, the rapid being of machines—the once strong soldier, so full of life, now fighting to keep it.
He could almost laugh at the irony.
"James."
If Natalia had been there instead...
Would she have survived those bullets or...
"James."
Smack—Thump.
A message painted...where they were attacked.
Thud. Whump. Thwack—
—"Winter Soldier" crossed out in thick black paint.
"Milii moi...James."
This was because of him. His fault. It was all his fault.
ThumpThump—Thump.
"James."
Steve. Shot. Message. Attacked. Winter Soldier.
What if Natalia died because of him? How many more people—because of him?
ThumpThumpThumpThumpThump—
He had already tried to make Steve pretend not to know him at first, just in case he would be compromised later on.
You should have tried harder.
"James."
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump—
it'sallmyfaultit'sallmyfaultit'smtfaultit'smyfaultit'sallmyfault
"James, your hands—"
THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP
MYFAULTMYFAULTMYFAULTMYFAULTMYFAULTMYFAULTMYFAULTMYFAULT—
"James, please—"
A familiar symbol—
—HYDRA.
THUMP
CLASH
CRACK
CRASH
The heavy bag flew across the floor, torn from its chain. It skidded violently across the gym floor, bounced once, and slammed into the far wall with a deep-bone boom that echoed through the gym like a gunshot.
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Infinite (buckynat/winterwidow)
FanfictionAn au where the avengers (excluding Nat) are tasked by SHIELD to take down a deadly Russian duo. Meanwhile, Bucky and Natasha are on the run after escaping from the Red Room. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to...
