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Bucky Barnes x Reader | Weapon | Part 1

"Imagine Bucky was sent to kill you but falls in love and saves you instead"

Word Count: 1484

Warnings: Swearing, blood+death (only bad guys, don't worry)

Backstory: (Story takes place around a year after after Captain America Winter Soldier) You had been on the run for around 2 weeks. HYDRA claimed that you had something that belonged to them and have been hunting you down. You had connections to S.H.I.E.L.D but that was still under refinement which left you alone. A mysterious man makes his way into your life that had the sole mission to bring you in to HYDRA, but things take a drastic turn.

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Your breaths were fast and short. Your throat had a cold sting to it as your feet carried your body through the crowded area. You had to take cover, you couldn't be near anyone. No one should suffer for your doings. You ran into a alley, desperate to catch your breath. They could be anywhere; you couldn't risk putting anyone else in danger. You began to run off again when you were interrupted by a deafening bang. You spun around to see a large amount of smoke in the distance. They were here.

This was my fault, this is all my fault. Tears started running down your face as you ran away from the explosion. Innocent people could be dead all because of you. The crowded areas were now filled with people screaming and scrambling. You pushed your way through the crowds, searching for a discrete location away from the ruckus. Luscious, green trees surrounded you as you stepped off the last strip of gravel into the fresh, white snow. The snow was thick and wet; it made your feet sink a little with every step. You struggled to run through the thick snow but didn't stop for a second. You managed to find a large ditch and jumped down to catch your breath. It was now that the pain in your leg really started to set in. You had been shot in your thigh, the bullet only managed to just miss any vital areas but did take out a gash of skin and muscle. A trail of blood streamed down your leg as you tried to rip off a piece of clothing to stop the bleeding. Your heart seemed to be beating at an insane speed as your adrenaline had not yet gone away. You managed to wrap the wound with part of your shirt and tried your best to stand back up. The pain was so much worse than when you were focused on getting away. You took each step carefully, limping a little. A gun shot went off nearby you and you groaned a little as you slowly began to run away again.

The wound stung so badly, you tripped over your own legs; landing face first into a thick layer of snow. At this point you were so tired of running, you didn't even care about being caught. The sun had started to set as the last rays of light shone through the gaps between the pine trees. You managed to pull yourself up again as you limped to find any kind of protection. Your senses went into overdrive as a twig snapped right next to you. You jittered and tried your very best to run away. A gun shot went off and your body was thrown down and back into the soft snow. A heavy force kept your body forced to the cold ground. Clicks of a pistol screamed next to your head. Something -or someone- had stopped you from getting shot. You slammed your eyes shut as the deafening sound went off over and over again. When the blaring finally stopped, your body was dragged up by the collar of your shirt. You came face to face with a man with black paint of some kind surrounding his eyes. His piercing blue eyes stood out from the dark camouflage as he stared intently into your eyes. His gaze was strong and fierce; very intimidating.

"ты пойдешь со мной." The man's voice was husk and a little muffled from the mask the hung on his lower face. His grip was incredibly strong on your shirt. You realised that the man clung onto you with a metal arm.

"Who-who are you?" The words came out of your mouth as a slur. The man simply threw you over his shoulder and marched away from the messy scene that was left. You groaned and struggled helplessly which didn't do...anything. As he walked away, you saw around 10 men all lying lifelessly around the place with pools of blood beneath them. They wore heavy armour and held assault riffles, and this man had just eliminated them with a single pistol.