Initiation ▷ BUCKY BARNES

PROLOGUE

WHILST HEAVING AND GASPING FOR AIR, AVERY CONTINUED TO RUN DOWN THE STREETS; trying her hardest not to cry out from all the pain she was currently in. Passers-by all gaped at the dark haired woman in fear as they stepped aside to get out of her way, their eyes widening in astonishment as they managed to get a closer look at the woman who looked as though she were about to drop dead in a matter of seconds.

Avery Peterson was a complete mess. After narrowly escaping a hellish prison, the brunette had no choice but to run to safety. Her journey to Washington hadn't been easy – but Avery just hoped that it would be worth it.

A large building came into view and Avery began to slow down, her lips curling into a smile as she realised she'd reached her destination.

All of a sudden, Avery's legs began to feel weak and she lost her footing on the pavement. Subsequently the brunette collapsed to the ground in a heap and an unpleasant ringing began to form in her ears. Feeling warmth begin to pool from underneath her head Avery tried to sit up to examine what further damage she'd managed to do to herself but was stopped when a pair of hands were pressed against her chest, keeping her in position on the stone cold floor.

"Hold on, there's an ambulance on the way." A voice echoed through Avery's head.

The brunette winced as she felt the person before her apply pressure to her side and once again tried to sit up, only for the person to huff in annoyance and for Avery to groan in discomfort.

"Keep still or you'll bleed out!" The person – whom Avery had managed to distinguish as a man – said sternly.

Instead of trying to defy her saviour, Avery complied with his instructions. Quite frankly she couldn't deal with the pain anymore and she wanted nothing more than to die right at that moment in time. But she wouldn't allow herself to succumb to the pain. Avery had made a promise to him and she was determined to keep it – even if it meant having to go through all of the pain that she was currently experiencing.

"Can't stop. Need to keep moving." Avery muttered, her once soft and soothing voice now hoarse and full of agony. "He's counting on me."

"Whoever it is you're talking about can wait. You on the other hand, need medical attention." The man looked down at his shirt and groaned, "And I need a new Hugo Boss shirt. This was my favourite one!" He exclaimed whilst pointing to the splatters of blood on his shirt.

Avery began to stir uncomfortably on the ground as her dark brown eyes finally managed to open, although they were now squinting due to the harshness of the sunlight beaming down on her. Still squinting, Avery took a look at her saviour and began to whimper in pain, "Please help me."

"I am helping you. Just sit tight, they should be here in a second."

"You don't understand." Avery huffed in frustration, her head rolling to the side as she tried to look out for the ambulance that was supposedly on its way to her. "He needs me. He needs Steve."

The man began to shake his head in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to figure out what the dying brunette was going on about. "What are you talking about? Just try to relax, alright?"

"Steve. I need to find Steve Rogers – he's the only one who can help." Avery mumbled before she went silent – no longer having the energy to speak.

The man stared at the woman in bewilderment as the long awaited ambulance came into view with its sirens blaring as it pulled to a stop by the two on the ground. Paramedics began to stumble out of the vehicle with a stretcher to place the woman's fragile body onto and the young man stood to his feet before taking out his phone and dialling a number.

"Steve, it's Sam. I think we have a problem."

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