Target [Winter Solider/Bucky Barnes short story]

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This revelation [proper use of the word???] had me floored. Almost literally.

"I'm an assassin's target!?" I shrieked, my voice rising three octaves. "W-wha-what?! I never do anything! I literally go to school, hang with Ellie, and bum around at home. That's it."

"I'm assuming it has something with you being able to push people down without touching them." Captain said. I made a face.

"Okay, so I can telekinetically push people down. And I can sense if someone's planning on harming me. And some other stuff I'm not telling you about. Big deal! I mean if anything it's just helping me sur- run." I hissed the last word, seeing a flash of silver again. Without waiting for Captain to respond I started sprinting, trying to get home before anyone or anything could hurt me. That slow, burning pain in the back of my neck returned.

Target. I'm his target. He is supposed to kill me

Cool metal met the back of my neck and an arm wrapped around my arms, pressing them against my torso and prohibiting any form of movement.

I screamed as loud as I could manage and forced my hands up a little. It was enough to push me free so I could run again, but instead of running I turned around to confront the man with the metal arm. My grey eyes met his dark blue ones.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm the Winter Soldier." He answered with a slight Russian accent. "You're my target, Alexandra Sterling."

"Alex. If you're going to kill me, you should know I prefer to be called Alex." I corrected. Alexandra Elizabeth Sterling what the hell do you think you're doing? He's going to kill you! Run you idiot! Run!

My eyes widened in realization and I scuttled back, trying to get away. A metal hand wrapped around my right arm. Without thinking it through I smacked the Winter Soldier's chest, pushing him away. Immediately I regretted my action because he was still holding my arm, which meant as he was forced back my arm was pulled. Hard.

A loud, painful pop echoed through the area and I let out cry of pain. There was a metallic clang and my arm was freed. I ran to my house and locked the door behind me.

A sickening smell hit me and I spun around and let out a blood curdling scream.

"Mommy!"

Lying there, on the ground in a pool of her own blood, was my mother. I knelt next to her.

"Mommy!" I sobbed. "Please!"

There was no response. I frantically felt for her pulse and found nothing.

My mother, the woman who raised me all my life without the help of my father, was dead.

And I knew who her killer was.

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