Stranded- A Romanogers Fanfiction

The Miracles

An uninhibited island, a while ago.

With one swift movement, Bucky drew the intruder close and gripped his head and neck, skillfully twisting it with a deadly cracking sound. The man didn't even get the chance to scream, much less to attack. Bucky was too fast.

Nick Fury glanced back and forth between him and the new dead body before giving him a nod of approval.

Just when they're about to keep stepping forward,

Several strong hands pulled them onto different directions, parting them.

"Fucking die you pricks!" Sam yelled.

Sam Wilson struggled to break free from the vice-like grip. He grunted, roared and used all his strength to slam his fists hard against the strong arms. There were two soldiers dragging him, one of them had a grip on his neck, the other held his wrists, securing him in place. They dragged him along the meadow, while he yelled at them with foul words.

"Sam!" He could hear Bucky's voice call for him in panic and desperation.

Bucky. Fuck. Fuck. They can't hurt Barnes.

Dammnit where the fuck is Fury? Can't fucking see him with all these grass!

Sam was about to scream the winter soldier's name back before one of his captors crudely struck a palm over his mouth, muffling his voice. Sam desperately tried to break free from their grip, until one of his hands slipped away. He used the opportunity to grab his pistol from the holster and aimed a shot at one of the soldiers.

"Don't!" One of the masked soldier hissed, in one swift move grabbed his wrist and redirected the pistol, making Sam release a bullet to the blue sky above. The sound of gunshot echoed in the air, sending the birds above onto cooing and scattering up the sky in a frenzied screech.

Sam noticed that his captor's voice was raucous; coarse and inhuman, almost as if a bug was talking instead of a man. His face, along with his companion's, were both fully covered by dark goggles and black mouth masks that molded the lines of their nose and jaw. They had slender figures, their arms were scrawny though their torsos looked broad and huge due to the heavy armor. One of them was considerably shorter than the other, though. "Don't shoot us!" He hissed again, this time sounding like an animal-- like that of a snake.

"Motherfuckers. FUCK Y'ALL!"

The other soldier growled with exasperation and gripped his wrist so tight he had no choice but to let the pistol go. Sam screamed in pain, his grip loosened, allowing the first soldier to take the pistol off his hand and threw it carelessly onto the meadow.

"LET GO OF ME, you fuckin' bastards!"

Sam panickedly glanced around, to the tall grass that surrounded him, and up at the strong arms that kept dragging him. His legs kicked and kicked away aimlessly to the air like a mad stallion: it did him no good. The soldiers kept dragging him, ignored his cuss and struggles, until they stopped at the end of the meadow; they threw him harshly to an open space by a tall, grand wall of a plateau. Two other soldiers appeared from the meadow with Nick Fury and threw the older man to Sam's side.

Nick landed with a tired grunt. He had a new cut on his lips, a fresh bloodtrail hanging on his chin.

Sam stood up defensively, raising his rifle and aimed it at one of the four men, who were all dressed in black armour.