oh captain! my captain! | barnes

rage

He had her on the ground first, with both hands around her neck.

The metal one closed around her central air pipe, and the flesh one had begun to raid her of supplies.

She forced him off with her superhuman strength and began to badly beat on him. He took every hit, and turned on her. He hit her as well, mercilessly.

He picked her up in the air, and threw her hard onto the concrete. So hard, in fact, it cracked around her. She weakly reached out for one of her weapons: a grenade, a knife, anything.

He stepped on her wrist with all his force, and the left wrist broke in several places. She felt only a very distant pain.

She stood, wiping blood from her lip.

She tackled him, pinning him to the ground and straddling him with her legs.

She then proceeded to punch his face with her right wrist, the one that wasn't crippled.

She stood, pulling him to his knees.

His head was bowed, tired and broken.

She took his flesh arm back, and rested her foot on the elbow.

"You fool. How dare you break me, have you no brain?" She forced her sole into his elbow, causing it to break at an awkward angle. He gasped in pain, it was unreal.

He couldn't truly feel it, but he knew it must've hurt to be bent in such an odd shape. He stood, because he always stood back up. It was a lesson Steve had taught him, engraved into his subconscious for the rest of his life.

"You bitch," he hissed. He looked at her with a hard expression, and it hit him.

Somewhere, somehow, he knew her. He couldn't place the familiarity, it pained him to call her that.

She took him over through his moment of weakness. And forced his body to the edge, the barrier on the terrace prevented him from falling. She held his arms back, ready to drop him.

Faded previous thoughts came to him.

"Camp?" he questioned the single word idiotically. "Prison?"

"No wonder they want me to kill you, you're off your rocker..." she mumbled.

"Letter," he breathed. He knew pieces now, "the letter. 'Oh Captain! My Captain!'" She pulled him away, and onto the ground. She placed her boot on his chest. Her trigger words.

"James Barnes you will die a terrible death and you will not be remembered. Are you prepared for your death?" She picked up a knife.

"'Oh Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done, the ship has weathered every rack. The prize we sought is won'," the night she was scared and small, "Audrey? Audrey Rolf?"

"That's not my name. It's Soldier 0324," she said tightly, "And stop saying those words!"

"Audrey, listen: 'The port is near, the bells I hear. The people all exulting,'" he was begging now, begging for her to come back. He understood. She was his lover, his one true love. He knew he was not what HYDRA told him he was. He didn't remember it all, but he remembered enough.

She kept him from being a monster, why couldn't he be the same for her?

She kneeled over him, a leg on either side. She got close to his face, breathing in his fate.

She put the knife near his neck.

"'But oh heart, heart, heart?'" he questioned her, she grazed the knife lightly on his neck.

"Stop. You're bringing your own death Mister James," she clenched her teeth and spoke through them, "You are pathetic."

"'Oh the bleeding drops of red,'" he whispered, coming to peace with the sad truth she was going to be his Angel of Death.

She pulled her arm up and forced the knife into his heart.

"Where on the deck my captain lies, fallen cold and dead," she breathed the last word and a tear fell. Her breathing stammered.

"Bucky?" she questioned, "Bucky, what have I done?" she sobbed, pulling the knife out. Salty tears fell without the lesson of pain and weakness and death.

She didn't care, her only love was dead. Because of her. "Baby please, I'm so sorry. Baby," she sobbed, putting her hands on his cheeks. His grey eyes were wide and empty as they looked at her, an endless mirror of sorrow and love.

She kissed his still-warm lips, his face.

Footsteps approached her, "Audrey?"

She turned sadly.

"Steve? Help him, please, help him," She sobbed, standing up weakly. "I killed him."

He looked down at his friend, Steve's mouth opened and words came.

"Let's get him inside."