A story about a geek and the quest for her perfect man......... who just happens to be on pretty much everyone's Most Wanted list. Yikes!
Maggie Grace works at Stark Industries and has fallen in love with The Winter Soldier - Bucky Barnes. Unfor...
Those words would have had the old me screaming, but as that person was gone, I simply registered them and fully accepted that this was my mission. There was no thought of whether it was the right thing to do or not and I had no moral dilemmas to consider. As far as I was concerned I had been given an order and I was going to carry it out. In my head, I knew the name the Winter Soldier, and was aware that he was a Hydra assassin, a top asset and one of their best.
"Come with me" said Zola and I followed him to the door. It was the first time I had left the white room since waking up. I had no idea how long I'd been in there - whether it was just hours or had strayed into days, but again, my mind didn't register this as something that I needed to be bothered about.
Outside the room was a corridor, long and dimly lit, in complete contrast to the bright one I had just left. The walls looked to be made of some kind of stone blocks and there were bulkhead type lights at regular intervals.
We walked only around 50 steps, before Zola opened a metal door on the right and stepped through. I followed and once inside, I looked around me. The room was small, much the size that my white room had been. Unlike my own however, that had been bleak and empty, the walls of this room were covered with metal racking that held weapons of all descriptions.
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Zola stood back and turned towards me. He gestured towards the shelves.
"Fraulein - your toy box!"
He said this with a flourish, as though he were a showman in a circus, announcing his best troupe.
I walked over and took in the arms on display in front of me. They all seemed to have a familiarity and I was not phased in the least by the large selection on offer.
The weapons ranged from revolvers and pistols, to rifles, sub-machine guns and grenade launchers.
I walked up to one of the shelves and put my hand out. As I touched the cold metal of one of the guns, I felt a weird sense of power course through me. I picked up an MP-443 Grach semi-automatic pistol. I could tell it was loaded from the weight, and I turned it over and examined it in detail. The stainless steel barrel felt good in my hand and I felt no trepidation as I held the weapon out in front of me in a shooting stance and released one of the dual safety catches with my thumb.
I was aware that Zola was watching me intently. I also sensed that despite his bravado, he was nervous and I knew that it was because of me.
I turned to face him, still holding the weapon out in front of me. His face went white and for a moment I thought he was going to make for the door, but he regained his composure within seconds and said "Ah yes, a good choice fraulein. A most efficient weapon." and then "I look forward to watching you use it on your subject." He laughed, with just a hint of nervousness still detectable in his tone.
