Bucharest || Bucky Barnes

12

They ran through the halls, killing anyone in the way with two guns Clarissa had kept hidden under her coat.

Hands locked together, he led the way into the maze as she gave directions to the exit.

But they weren't far enough when the alarms began to peel loudly through the compound.

They ran faster, but in no time at all they were surrounded by Hydra soldiers. Sharing a grim look, the two both raised their guns and fought.

An uppercut there, a kick to the knee, one shot to the head.

The Winter Soldier, trained for this, showed no mercy in his blows. Anyone standing in his way was a dead man, and all fell from his metal fist or the gun in his other hand.

Beside him Clarissa fought with equal ferocity, but her beauty intensified in the heat of battle, until she resembled the angel of death as she killed the soldiers in front of her without hesitation.

The rest of their journey was like that and became a blur mixed with red as they never stopped, until they reached the exit.

Crossbones stood waiting with a group of Hydra followers. His usual attire was on, the dim lighting making his eyes look like dark holes from within the mask.

"Traitors!" He hissed.

One blade on each arm shot out from its mechanical sheath, reinforcing his hands. He pointed one blade at the Winter Soldier, and the battle began.

Whipping out a knife he had collected from one of the earlier Hydra corpses, he raised it to block the other man's blade.

His opponent's face was bared in a snarl as he used his other blade to swipe at his chest.

Jumping back, he just missed the flash of silver. But then the man lunged and he was forced backwards, receiving a cut just below his ribs.

Hissing at the pain, he clenched his teeth as he deflected blow after blow.

He received a cut to his thigh and then a cut to his cheek during the fast paced battle. But in return his opponent got stabbed in the foot and had one mechanical sheath cut off so he was down by one weapon.

Maybe Crossbones knew he was losing. Maybe he saw that Clarissa had just finished off the group and was coming behind the bigger man.

But he turned regardless and plunged the blade into her gut. Everything became white noise as he watched her slide off the blade to land on her back, gasping slightly for air.

Forgetting Crossbones, he rushed over to kneel beside her, grabbing a soldiers fallen coat, ripping it in half, and expertly tied it to staunch the flow of blood.

Crossbones merely watched in amusement as blood trickled from his nose, coating his lips red.

Yet the Winter Soldier ignored him, murmuring words to Clarissa who was holding his hand tightly as Hydra soldiers soon surrounded him.

And as soon as they pulled them away from each other, he began to fight back, stabbing a man in the neck before Crossbone's fist came into his line of vision and everything faded to black.