Hellfire▹w.s.|✔[Wattys2016]

ADDITIONAL--alternate ending|1

W A R N I N G:
This contains multiple "triggers," such as suicide, self harm, murder, anxiety, and general sadness.
[please, don't hate me.]

In which the trio never made it to Wakanda.

B A N I S H T H E B R O K E N F R O M M Y B O N E S

THE ARCHANGEL was bruised, beaten, and defeated. Despite the fact that she had healed, on the outside, a touch on her nose and she felt she would shatter. Her wings, newly found, were folded as much as she could manage-which still hurt. Her ribs were pieces of glass in the confines of her body, her broken bones slowly managing to heal. But the pain didn't bother her; pain had never bothered her.

What bothered her was that she didn't fulfill her mission. As Bucky would say, it was Hydra talkin', but Hydra was forever a part of her. She couldn't erase apart of her mind, her body, her soul. Not without erasing the rest of her self. Whether James liked it her not, she accepted herself for what she was. A monster.

The flames from the lighter, which she had randomly picked up, what seemed like years ago, caressed her skin as if she controlled them. Her darkened, bruised eyes barely allowed the tears to slip out, and fall down her thin, swollen face. It hurt, God, it hurt, but this was her fault. She had to do this, because something bad would happen if she didn't.

I' L L R E C L A I M M Y B O D Y A N D M Y S O U L

The fire now traveled up her arm. Her pale skin was changing colors, the northern lights on her flesh. The Archangel only whimpered, like a pitiful puppy. A knock on the door, signaling someone was about to enter. The woman didn't even try to cover the fire dancing up and down her flesh, burning her up to a crisp. It was Bucky, actually-with his sky blue eyes and puppy dog face. She couldn't hear much, the pain was affecting more than one body part but-she could feel. She could feel the warmth of her.. She didn't know what James was to her anymore. But she could feel him, dousing the fire with water from the small sink and caressing her face with his rough hands. He gently slapped it, trying to draw her back from the haze. The stench of burning flesh lingered in the air, a faint presence in her nose as she breathed shallowly.

His sky-blue eyes were filled with rain, a watery sheen as he observed the person he loved sit there, face blank like a new sheet of paper. She wasn't responding, her brown eyes looking at nothing. Something far away. Torn to pieces, the man pulled her close, careful of the strong, unusual wings sprouting from her back, to the point there was barely any space between them. She went without a whisper, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder.

"It's okay, doll, 's okay. You don't have to do what Hydra told you to-you're free, babe, you're free and you're with us. You're not Hydra anymore," he whispered, crooning other unintelligible words in her ear as tears slid down the two's faces. Her hand moving like a snake, reaching for her back pocket, she whispered a response back.

"I'll always be Hydra," she whispered, the tears soaking the shoulder of his jet black shirt.

He knew what it meant. He wasn't stupid, far from it. But he didn't move a muscle, he barely even tensed when the love of his life slid a wickedly curved dagger into his abdomen. Bucky groaned, a small squeak sounding as he completely enveloped Victoria in his arms. He wasn't ever letting go, he made that mistake once, and he wouldn't do it again. No, no, never. Everything was numb, at this point. A pinch when the blade had entered, only to fade to nothingness.

Victoria's sobs racked her body, as the blood soaked through the front of her shirt. She shoved the blade deeper, James moving with the dagger. He was already near death, and this was only speeding up the process. Turning back the clock. Her pale, scratched hand was red with the blood of her love. With a pained, quiet cry, she turned the blade sideways. The shift elicited a soft, choked noise from James Barnes. The slick, wet fluid against her skin made her want to retch.