Chapter 8

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~Bucky's POV~
The next morning, I was woken up by Pierce. He came into my cell and flipped on the light, which was dim and brought out the true dirt and grime that showed how unkept the cell was. "Today is the day. Do you think you can handle it soldier?" I looked up and said quietly, "I can always handle it." And with that, Pierce nodded. "Come with me, I have something to show you. Bring your weapons." I got my weapons and got changed, then proceeded to follow Pierce to a large room. It wasn't much. Empty for the most part. The lighting was dull, but the room was still visible. Much like the cell lighting. There was a figure of some sort, hanging from the wall. I could tell their hands were chained up. I was trying to make out the figure when my thoughts were interrupted by Pierce. "This is the one you read about on your case report. Steve Rogers. I'll leave you to it, but I expect him dead by tonight. Oh, and soldier. Make it painful. He tried to destroy Hydra. He almost did. And he killed a lot of my men. I want him to feel the pain he causes others." And with that, Pierce left. I walked closer to the figure. I pulled out a 6" blade. Slow and painful. Just like Pierce said. I can pull this off. I always do. I think. My thoughts are so scrambled, I don't even remember my name. Nevermind that. Back to the mission. The man looked up, he'd gotten a beaten, but nothing serious it seemed. "Buck? Do you remember me?" Buck? Why does that sound so familiar? I shook my head and knelt down next to the man. I held the blade near his abdomen. I was about to pierce his skin when he said something. "I'm with you to the end of the line pal, but you gotta remember me. Where's Natasha? She can help you." My mind began to ache as the man spoke so I quickly drove the knife through his stomach. I undid his chains and threw him again the wall. "Stop talking!" He mumbled, "Bucky, please." This time I punched the stab wound with my metal fist. The man cried out in pain. I stabbed him in his leg when he tried to kick back, and shot his shoulder when he tried to punch me. I was about to shoot him in the chest when a beeping sound was heard. There was a bomb. Before I had time to react I was unconscious on the ground. I didn't stay this way for to long, but I was in and out of conciencseness. I saw a man in a metal suit, along with a few others run in. They dragged my target away and brought me to a van where they shoved me and the redhead from the cell in the back. They had us both handcuffed but mine much stronger than hers. I saw a few bruises on her fists and arms. Was she the one that beat up Rogers before I got in there? Was that the girl he was talking about? Who was she?
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A/N: Sorry this part may not be as good as the previous one. Let me know what you thought in the comments!

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