Saviours || Bucky Barnes [2]

Not Real...

The inspiration I guess you could say from this chapter came from both Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Can you guess which episodes they may be from...?

ALSO: For those of you who have mentioned to me about Friday's voice being Irish, you were completely right and I have changed it. Thank you so much for telling me!

Avengers: Age of Ultron | Saviours | Not Real...

Avery's head kept turning from side to side, her hearing peeled to it's maximum in order to find the person she was looking for. James was still nowhere to be found and she knew they didn't have much time left before the city finally started to fall. It was just as she turned a corner to another street that she noticed him. A sigh of relief left her mouth, her shoulders heaving down when she noticed him completely okay.

But, that feeling didn't last for long. As she watched him bend down to help a small boy out of a hole, her hearing picked up something else – something loud and heading their way. She was only a couple of meters away from the two but her head turned sidewards and what she saw ... struck her to the core. A glider was heading towards the exact direction where James and the boy were – shooting continuously and striking anything that moved.

Her feet seemed to carry themselves, her mind not fully registering what plan she was about to go through with but the instincts completely took over her. Somehow, and only in a few seconds, she suddenly felt multiple sharp points hit her and go right through. The next thing Ava knew - she was standing near James and the boy, a turned over car being used as a shield to cover them and her body appeared to have several identical holes through it. One in particular – through her heart.

The last thing she saw were two soft brown eyes that were now filled with horror and the last words on the tip of her tongue would be her last, "James Buchanan Barnes ... I love you..."

After that, her whole world went dark.

Avery's eyes snapped open, almost as if someone had stuck her with something to wake her up. With a few seconds to adjust to her surroundings, it took an extra moment to realize she had woken up in a dark room with a small patch of light streaming from a pair of blinds. Her hand reached up to her face, wiping her eyes to fully calibrate herself to the new surroundings.

Slowly sitting up on the soft mattress she seemed to have been laying on, she had a good look around the room. It was a bedroom, but it wasn't one she was familiar with at all. It wasn't her own back at the tower and it wasn't Steve or James's either. It didn't even look like any room the Barton's farm house had also.

Avery looked down at herself and her eyes widened, her eyesight more specifically looking towards her left arm. It was human. The one limb that had been ripped off during her fall from the train looked completely fine - like it had never been replaced by metal in the first place. She was wearing a silk dress that women would wear to bed and her long hair was still the same. It looked more like her original hair colour – the tone before the experiments.

Quickly getting out of the bed, she rushed over to the mirror that was hanging on the wall. When she looked at herself through it, the confirmation that she hadn't been seeing things hit her. She looked exactly like she did before Zola got his filthy hands on her and there were absolutely no scars anywhere on her body.

"What the hell..." She breathed to herself, her eyebrows furrowing, actually pinching herself to see if this was actually happening. The pinch hurt, so it must be real ... but ... this didn't make any sense at all.

In the mirror, she caught something behind her, a row of photos frames. Slowly turning around, she walked over to them, never letting her eyes leave the spot. "This doesn't make any sense." She muttered to herself, shaking her head while picking one photo up in particular. Her heart constricted when she looked at it – it wasn't real, something was messing with her mind. It wouldn't be the first time some bastards had done that to her.