The Hacker [Bucky Barnes]

Chapter 1// The Hacker

Chapter 1// The Hacker

The man on the bridge wasn't lying. I did know him. I was close to him. Yet I don't remember anything. All I did was follow orders, that's what Hydra told me to do, and I obliged. Now I see they were just using me. I was another one of their lab rats.
Bucky Barnes
Bucky, so that was my name. I never really thought it would be something like that. Usually, I'm just referred to as The Winter Soldier, Soviet assassin. I'm mysterious, cunning, I don't ask questions. So why am I here reading a biography about a man I'm not anymore?
Because you're still that man.
The fact that my brain was right made me uneasy. Steve Rogers was my mission. And every time I struck a blow to him something tugged in my heart. Heart? What am I, a wimp? He means something to you, and it hurts you. My brain needed to go silent for a moment. Find him.
I angrily kicked a beam holding up the ceiling of the museum. Everyone looked at me as I turned away in anger. I just wanted to be what I was before, no questions and no answers. Now I know I knew that man and I want to know how. I want to know why I forgot him.
"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes," the man said, his shield still in hand.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. I prepared to lunge at him, ready to tackle him to the ground and get the job done.
"I'm not going to fight you," he said, standing there. "You're my friend."
I ran and pushed him down to the ground.
"You're my mission," I said, repetitively punching him in the face. He didn't fight back. It was the first time someone didn't defend themselves. He just lay there as I delivered blow after blow to his face.
"Then do it. Cause I'm with you to the end of the line," he said, blood slowing leaking to the floor. I stopped mid-punch. Those words were familiar. They reminded me of something, something locked up and left behind. By then the man had passed out. Minutes later the plane collapsed as he fell into the ocean. Something in my mind told me not to leave him there.
I grabbed him from the water below and dragged him to shore. I stared at him for a while until I walked away, walked away from my past.
I'm with you to the end of the line.
Why those words sound so familiar, so painful to my ears, I still don't get. I'm a soldier, a robot. I'm not supposed to feel anything. Yet I feel everything.
I walked around looking at the exhibits. The one of Captain America, the only mission I've ever failed, was crowded with fans of him. There were documentaries, biographies, models, of everything that happened to him. I kept looking at the exhibit about Bucky Barnes, me. I didn't want to believe that the man who is supposed to be dead isn't and is actually me. The man had the same brown hair and blue eyes, yet I still struggled with the fact that he is me.
Walking into another room, I sat down on a wooden bench as a video rolled on the screen.  In it, a woman sat in a seat as she started talking about the man on the bridge, on how beautiful he was, his life, all of the stuff no one cared about. Suddenly a massive pain surged through my skull as I grabbed my head, sucking in breaths as the pain continued.
"What are you doing after this?" I remembered saying, looking at the woman. She never made eye contact, she kept looking at Steve.
"I was thinking of going dancing later," she replied, still not making eye contact.
"Great, let's go now!" I said happily as she finally turned to look at me.
"With the right partner," she glanced at Steve again and walked away.
"I feel so invisible," I admitted as I stare after her.
"Its OK buddy," Steve said patting my back.
The pain slowly subsided. That's never happened before. It was almost like a memory, a memory has leaked its way back. That means the amnesia that had occurred wasn't permanent.
An alarm sounded. Suddenly the sound of footsteps was everywhere as people tried to get out. I stood up to follow them, but then I saw a shadow enter a restricted access room while everyone was distracted. I felt the urge to follow as I made my way across the room to where they were joining.
I looked around the room. File cabinets were backed up against the walls along with computers. I walked into the room, trying to find the shadow when I heard the fast clicks of a mouse coming from a side door. I peered into it to see a girl quickly uploading everything to a flash drive that was inserted into the laptop.
I shouldn't even be here, I thought. Except something told me that I needed to be here.
"What are you doing?" I asked. Her head immediately snapped up. Quickly she snatched the flash-drive and jumped out the window. I bolted across the room and followed suit out the window. I saw her sprinting across the street. How will she take a super solider though?
I took off after her. Out of nowhere she pulled out a knife and threw it at my head. I barely missed it. Ok then, now I'm becoming more violent. I ran up beside her, ready to take my gun out and hold it to her face when she pepper sprayed me.
I cried at the searing pain as another blow hit my stomach causing me to fall to the ground. I grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.
"You jerk!" she yelled. I pulled out a pocket knife, ready to pin her down and ask why she was stealing government information. Out of nowhere, she snatched the knife. I quickly punched her in the face. She stumbled back and attempted to do the same, but I blocked her, seizing the knife again and holding it to her throat.
"Would you like to tell me why you were stealing from a computer or can I just kill you?" I asked calmly. Even though I threatened to kill her, I immediately felt terrible even thinking of it.
"Why do you care?" she asked. I could sense the fear coming off of her. I couldn't really see her face, her straight brown hair covered it.
"I would like to do something good for a change, no matter how difficult it is,"
"Funny, you don't seem like a good guy," she said smugly. That surprisingly offended me.
"Just tell me why you stole information," I ask.
"Simple, I have a past, and something happened then that I want to figure out, so I don't live in darkness for the rest of my life," she answered. I took the knife away from her throat. I started to walk away when she ran up beside me. I looked at her, scowling. She tucked her brown hair behind her ear, her eyes a deep brown.
"What do you want?" I asked harshly.
"I gave you answers, you give me answers. First question, why do you have a metal arm?" she started walking backward, waiting for my answer.
"Why should I tell you?" I respond.
"Listen, I want answers, and I can see that you want answers too. I offer my services in helping you, only payment, but you have to help me," she says. I keep on walking, and she keeps on following me.
"Someone did this to me,"
"Did what to you?"
"Cut off my left arm, replaced it with metal. They erased my memory and turned me into a serial killer. I left, and now some of my memories are coming back," I answer. She stays quiet, we keep on walking.
For a while we're just quiet, walking side-by-side through the streets.
"I would tell you what happened to me if I knew. All I know is that when I was little, my Dad left for work and never came back," her tone was colder. It had sadness laced through it. A feeling overwhelmed me, I felt sorry for her. Now that your memories are coming back, so are your emotions. Sometimes I hated my brain, it was always right.
"I'm surprised you haven't killed me yet," she says.
"Why would I kill you?"
"I presume the Winter Soldier killed everyone that crossed him,"
"How do you know I'm the Winter Solider?" I ask alarmed.
"I've stolen government information before, your files intrigued me," she answers. I was a little freaked out. I knew people were scared of me, but this was a little creepy.
"Well, that's not the person I used to be,"
"So then who are you?"
"I don't know,"
I don't know. Who was I? Where was I? I had no idea what my life was, and it scared me, frightened me. I thought I was somewhat normal and then I find out I'm not. A summary of my life at the moment: a complete mess of emotions, facts, and memories.
"Well if we are going to find out about our pasts then we need to clean you up!" she starts skipping down the road.
"What do you mean clean me up?"
"You look like you got everything from a trash pile. Don't worry, when I'm done you will look somewhat decent," she says.
"Why do I feel like I shouldn't trust you with this?" I groan.
"No one trusts me with anything, besides science and electronics," she adds the last part, her expression now happier and less fearful like it was before.
We walk for a while. Well, I walk, and she skips down the street. We finally arrive in front of a small house. Flowers litter the front yard, the pale blue walls complement the rest of the place. She grabs a key and unlocks the front door walking in. I follow looking around the site.
It's actually a charming place. Modern but clean.
"I'm going to grab the scissors, be right back!" she yells.
"Wait! I never asked what your name is?" I asked before she left.
"I'm Kristina, better known as the Hacker,"

FIRST CHAPTER!!!!

I'm so excited for this story, I feel so complete with this.

This book will be funny, romantic, emotional, and pretty much a sum of what Marvel does to you.

I'm really excited to introduce Brent to you. I based him off Chang from Community and this guy at school. I only created him as a character because you need a damsel in distress and what better then a guy instead of a girl?

I know I'm genius.

Sebastian is just so hot. Our Winter Solider is on the side being handsome in all his glory >>>

-Jill