Change of Plans (Bucky x Reader)

Part 5

Age: Twenty-four
Weapon: Throwing Knives, Katana, Guns and Fighting Skills

"What!? Why?" The shocked expressions on your parents' faces doesn't shut you up. "What did he do?"
You came home to your parents four years ago. As soon as you left Siberia, all contact with the Winter Soldier was severed. Not that you wanted to keep in contact with him after the way he started treating you. However, you did become stronger from the training, and now, no one can stop you. But now they want you to go and kill your teacher? That made no sense in your mind.

"It doesn't matter why! You will listen to us and go after him." Maxfield stands up and you can see the fury in his eyes. You bite your sharp tongue and storm out of their office. No way in hell are you going to kill him. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

You rush to your room and slam the door shut. This isn't how your day was meant to go. You were about to head out into the city, a girl needs to shop every now and then. As you were walking out the door your parents stopped you and dragged you to their lab. Then they dropped this bombshell on you.

You know you have to at least try and find him, have to make the parents happy, you think to yourself. You take a few deep breaths in and sigh. This isn't the first time they've asked you to do something unreasonable and ridiculous. You've been a great agent so far, and you need to keep up appearances.

You grab your back pack and shove your phone, earphones and charger into the bag. Then you grab your purse and some extra ammo. You open your cupboard and grab your katana and throwing knives. The katana's silver handle is comfortable in your hand. You remember your old katanas and smile at the fond memory. It's too bad you grew up and couldn't wield them anymore.

You make sure you have everything before you slip on your, extremely body hugging, suit. Not wanting anyone to see your signature look, you pull your trench coat over your body. Throwing an extra shirt and a pair of shorts, as well as your sneakers into your bag, you grin. As much as you don't want to do this, you love getting out and going on a chase. The thrill of finding the target is the best feeling in the world.

Just before you run off you grab your hand gun and put it inside your over packed bag. You need all your specialities if you plan on even remotely standing a chance against the Winter Soldier.

You sling your bag on to your shoulder and place your katana on your hip. Grabbing your keys, you leave the dark room, locking the door behind you. You find your parents still inside the lab. They stare at you in shock when you barge in, with a smile on your face.

"I need money." Your voice is void of any emotion even though your smile is still bright as day on your face.

Your mom nods her head and stiffly hands you an envelope. It bulges and almost tears as you shove it in your bag.