Keira Jones had a heart of stone, but her power was to feel other people's emotions.
Bucky Barnes was feeling too many things all at once, although his alter ego had done things that made him want not to feel anything at all anymore.
Together, the...
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I never wanted to feel so much. I never deserved to feel so much.
My pain alone was enough to bear, it was my weight to carry and I handled it without breaking down. But the world's pain... that was a whole other story.
It crushed me. It hit me multiple times as if I was nothing but a ragdoll. It used me as a bait, as nothing but a scapegoat because I could literally feel everything.
The first and last time I felt it was enough for me to shut it down completely, leaving behind nothing but a blurred memory of what was better to keep hidden, silenced in a corner of my brain where it couldn't bother me anymore.
But sometimes, I still felt it. It lingered on my fingers, made my neck itch and my heart beat faster. It reminded me that it was still there, and demanded to be felt. But I was stronger, and at the same time couldn't bear the weakness it carried within.
So, I ignored it, and still do. And I don't feel anything at all.
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"Jones, prepare the parachute, we're almost there!"
Keira nodded absentmindedly, forgetting to get mad at the fact that she was called by her last name out of mockery more than professionalism. She wore the heavy helmet that was being handed to her and secured the dark glasses on her eyes, making sure the parachute was safely attached to her chest.
The bridge of the quinjet slowly opened, making the rough wind peer inside with all its violence. Keira stumbled back a little, before composing herself once again and reach the end of the bridge, where nothing but darkness awaited her.
"On the count of three... One, two, three!"
Keira barely heard the last number as she followed the guards, stumbling behind them until her feet touched nothing but air. Against the strong wind, she put all her strength into keeping her arms attached to her sides, trying to spot something familiar in the darkness of the heavy clouds.
She heard the signal coming from the com in her ear and pulled the rope standing on the side of the parachute, that brutally opened itself and made Keira lose her breathing for a second or two as it slowed down her fall. She took big gasps of air and looked around herself, finally spotting the other guards making their way to the ground unharmed.
She sighed in relief when her own feet touched the soft grass, memories rudely making their way into her head, but she quickly shoved them away. Instead, she grabbed the gun hanging from her belt and removed her glasses, the stars in the sky being enough for her to orientate around without slamming against trees.
The small group quickly walked through the woods until they reached a clearance, where a small cabin barely stood, looking old and rusted. The guards quickly surrounded the place before entering, Keira swiftly following them with a focused expression.
