The Deadly Nightshade | { BOOK 1 of The Flower series }

[23] Nightshade and The Winter Soldier pt. 2

Bucky's mind flashed with images as scientists fixed his metal arm since it was damaged. The sixteen-year-old was seated beside him. Her seat wasn't connected to the machine since being switched to her A.I. consciousness was controlled remotely. Her ombré hair was braided and draped over her right shoulder. She wore a sports bra and leggings. Her fiery amber eyes shifted to her tensed friend as he stared onwards.

Bucky saw a faded old and small man with glasses. "Sergeant Barnes."

He blinked, shaking his head, trying to make the images disappear. Another image appeared, and he saw a train in a snowy biome. His view was focused on a familiar blond-haired man who was trying to catch him. "BUCKY!"

Another voice screamed, "AH!" That voice sounded like his own as his body crashed into the rocky sides of the mountain. He saw a man dragging him away, his left arm missing, a trail of blood was left in the snow. A man's voice started speaking. "The procedure has already started." Bucky shook his head again, grunting. He wanted him out of his head.

Bucky saw a faded image of a doctor amputating his arm and replacing it with a metal one. He stared at his metal arm when a doctor walked up to him, and he gripped his throat, squeezing. Zola reappeared. "You are the new face of HYDRA. Put him in ice." He stared back at his reflection as the ice started to appear inside the machine.

That got to him, and he punched the scientist away from him. Bucky leaned up in his seat with a blank expression. The guards aimed their guns at both Jade and Bucky, ready to shoot them if they made any more sudden movements.

Bucky knew that none of these guards spoke Russian so he turned to Jade. "Я помню. , , Мне просто нужно знать, кто такой человек на мосту."

I remember. . . I just need to know who the man on the bridge is.

Jade's amber eyes roamed from each of the armed guards, who hadn't moved a muscle since they pointed their weapons at them. She flickered her eyes back on Bucky. "Подумайте больше."

Think harder.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head. "Этого недостаточно. Это небольшие моменты, которые приводят к моей смерти и как я получил это." He gestured to his metal arm with a distraught expression.

It's barely enough. It's small moments that lead to my death and how I got this.

Jade placed a gentle hand on Bucky's bicep. "Ты так близко. Может, наш начальник скажет вам кое-что."

You're so close, though. Maybe our superior will tell you something.

"Это похоже на то, что я близко знаю, но так далеко. Как с твоей памятью о твоем отце," Bucky said, gazing down at Jade with a pained smile.

It's like I'm close to knowing but so far away, like with your memory of your father.

Jade sent him a tight smile, realising that he was just trying to convince her that she had one. An hour ago, before the scientists began fixing his metal arm, they talked and talked about everything they remembered. "Вы знаете, у меня его нет."

You know I don't have one.

Pierce walked in, wearing a gray suit. Bucky nor Jade moved their eyes on him. Bucky's eyes were vacant as he dazed out. "Mission report," he ordered.

Bucky stayed silent; the day he fell out of the train kept replaying in his mind, as well as Jade's advice. He was trying to think harder, to get anything. . .something. He wanted to know who the man on the bridge was and why he was on the train with him.