Lost Through Time (Bucky Barnes)

Chapter Seven

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        Rule number one never let your opponent out of your sight, I thought to myself as I punched the bag, Rule two always keep your face straight show no pain or expressions. It’s been day eleven of training since the winter soldier had left me for a mission by the West Indies come on… Don’t give up on me fighting the urge to stop and go back to sleep. I had been put to rest do to until my body wasn't so weak and would give up on me when I least expected.The big shots of hydra had come a couple days ago to come and explain to me what my job had been, who I had been and what I could be doing to get back to my position. I was apparently one of the best assassin this unit has ever seen. Me and the Winter Soldier had been in missions together for about 7 years now , We  had made “one hell of team” as one of the leaders had said, he was a short man…  more like a midge size, he’s name was Anton. I wasn’t listen to most of the conversation, I wanted to remember what I had forgotten, though I didn’t know why it was very important for me to remember.  I mean hydra had all the information I needed to know about my past. The boxing bag fell to the floor, It had become my little punch bag of frustration, and mostly know that I had been informed about my new abilites. Me and other men and some women were what hydra liked to call new breed of super soldiers. We would be shaping the world through they've been doing it for years now. I breathed loudly feeling lost and exhausted as I tried to wrap myself around everything that I was and knew. A guard opened the large metal doors as he walked in to have a look inside to just shake his head for the hundredth time before closing it behind him. I let out a large sigh taking a sit on the ground feeling unsure on what to do, since I was still injured as my doctor has told me I was not to do anything that would overwork my body.Through I didn’t listen and the guards had giving up of trying to talk sense, through they were highly scared of me. I couldn't really blame them I was beginning to get scared of who I am...well was.Almost every soldier and hydra agent had left making me one of the few people left in the building making it extremely boring and silent around the base.Through I somewhat liked getting some time to think and acknowledge my situation. The silent was nice but torturing throughout the long night. Feeling a sudden lack of strength I decided to head back to my room.  I packed everything and head out of the door to have my guards by my side in no time, grabbing a towel from the wall I decide to go sleep...some more that and training were what I did almost everyday. My guards wouldn’t talk to me unless necessary or pointed to where I need to go.Unable to see their faces do to the gas masks, I was felt with nothing but a costume… if there was even someone in there I thought to myself sometimes. Walking through the white looking hallway I started towards the room me and the Winter Soldier had last talked in wanting to get another glance at our soon to be targets. I walked towards the large picture of the so called Avengers. Grabbing a wooden chair from a small desk in the right side of the small gray room. The pictures were all in the middle of the room making it the noticeable when you walk in. I had been in this room many times for the last couple of days to know I wasn’t the same person as before. This people may look like assassins but for some reason I knew that they weren’t who the winter soldier had said. I knew he was keeping something from me . One caught my eye out of all of them, one so called TONY STARK or better known as IRON MAN. Looking through the papers they had of him he had been of the members of the avengers. He was a billionaire that had been making and selling for military bases until he was kidnap later escaping with the original iron man suit. Looking at him I felt a smile creep into my mouth, upon realizing what I was doing I found taking a knife from my boot, putting one knee on the ground before throwing it across  the room to land only feet away from the picture. Strands of hair feel feel my face as I breathed heavily still observing the picture. My mind felt search for something that it couldn't find, and he...he had the answer to my question