oh captain! my captain! | barnes

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She was aided with a duffel bag of large weapons, her select weapons from the last time she was under their control. She was dressed in her old attire: black jeans, combat boots, a dark red jacket, and holsters on her shoulders and belt.

She was aided with a simple mask, no gas mask this time, and red dust. And was given keys to a pick-up truck and an apartment in the city.

She drove into the city, gripping the slip of paper and biting her nails absently.

She cursed him under her breath; he was the reason for her suffering, he was the source of her numbed pain. she wasn't sure exactly how, but it was all him.

She reached an apartment building, a shitty one, but it didn't matter. She went to her assigned room and opened it with a key. The duffel bag was set on the bed, the keys all set on the coffee table, and her jacket strewn over the back of the couch.

She sifted through her weapons: machine gun, .90 caliber pistols, rounds, knives, blow torch, and three grenades.

She put two loaded pistols in the two shoulder holsters, a knife in a belt holster, and rounds of bullets in the waistband of her jeans.

She placed a single grenade in the inside pocket of her jacket, and decided against the blow torch.

She blinked, her mind was blank with only one intention: his murder.

Likewise, Bucky was suited in his dark attire. He was handed the muzzle and guns, and his war paint was put on.

"Audrey Rolf, Soldier 0342-"

"Will be killed within the next twenty-four hours," he cut the Doctor off.

"Very good," the Doctor nodded at his monster. "Now go do it." Bucky was set off on foot. He was not given the luxury of an apartment or a duffel bag.

He was given himself, his most dangerous weapon.

He put his mask on and set out with a gun in hand. He traveled by rooftop, leaping when there was a space.

She finished preparing and set out on the street. She didn't notice the concern on people's faces, or mothers shielding children's eyes or bodies, or gasps and dials for 9-1-1.

The two soldiers were running from different parts of the city, straight for each other without really realizing it.

She went into the street and traffic swerved around her. They halted, and she stepped on top of a taxicab and leaped to a semi.

From there, she reached upward and gripped the cement road of the bridge. She pulled herself up and over.

The police were there, waiting. Their cars served as barracks and their guns were pointed at the soldier.

She looked at them wildly.

"Surrender yourself or we will fire," a scrawny sheriff called.

She raised her gun and shot him dead, their own guns fired crazily at her. She ran and dodged the bullets with skill and class.

When she was far enough away, she found a fire escape. She took to the closed dumpster and leaped for the lowest rung, she'd made it, of course. She pulled her body up to the first landing.

She climbed up the stairs, two at a time, and travelled by rooftop.

Bucky was within two blocks now.

He could feel her presence, as she felt his.

They locked eye contact, and it was then the mission had really sunk in. They ran.

They sprinted, leaping over alleys, dodging rafters and chimneys. They were close and had one thing on their minds: victory.

A shape flew between them, it was non-other than Tony Stark in the Iron Man suit. But they didn't recognize him, how could they? With being wiped and all.

"You have one chance to surrender yourselves," he announced to them. They stopped running and carried on with a jog toward each other. They were on the same roof, the hospital.

She raised a gun and fired at the metal suit. It ricocheted and hit a glass skylight.

"Well that was rude," he said, before flying to her and forcing her into the cement. They slid with his raw force towards the edge. He stopped and stood, she was still.

He cocked his head.

She rose, fury in her eyes, and stood and beat on the suit, inflicting more damage than the bullet had.

A repulser died and he flew away for repairs, making calls to the rest of the Avengers.

The soldiers stood, watching each other. In this moment, in this place, the scales were even. They were equals.

They knew in their cores that they had to find who truly reigned supreme.

She pulled her guns out, as did he. She dropped them to the side and kicked them away. He did the same.

And they charged at each other.