"Who was she?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The girl...that you are trying to not think about right now, she must've mean something to you."
"She did...if it wasn't for her I wouldn...
The wind whipped through my blonde hair as I closed my eyes feeling another memory start to race through my mind when I fell.
The cold air whipped my blonde hair as I saw the Red Skull looking man known as Schmidt in my arms. He tried to get free but couldn't break my grip around his neck. As we both fell I saw the factory both my partner before the long hair and Captain America were watching through the now broken window as Schmidt and I fell into the darkness of the unknown to my certain death.
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Opening my eyes I could feel like I was about to die again like I did almost seventy years prior and frankly it would've been a better fate then what fate Pierce would give me for failing the mission. After so many years death was a welcome fate though meeting my maker to deal with all the death I unleashed was the worse thought but I didn't care anymore. Just before I could hit the floor I felt something snag my metal arm whipped me back up into the air and I saw I was hovering above the ground. Looking up I saw it was my partner holding my metal arm with his own as he looked at me with pain in his eyes. He saved me...was this because he was returning the favor since I saved him earlier from an oncoming grenade? With a swift movement I felt him pull me up to him until I felt my arm bracing against his thigh. Using my strength I crawled over his lap into the empty seat clutching the gunshot wound arm while my partner piloted us to the next carrier.
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"Ты в порядке?" He asked (Are you okay?) keeping his eyes on the big window as I touched my throbbing head from the constant memories starting to resurface inside my empty head. The cool metal fingertips tried to lessen the sweat that was leaking from my body as I felt the jet land finally. As soon as we landed I felt my partner take my metal arm with his then pull me to the back of the jet then sat me on the seat. Kneeling down in front of me, his hand began trailing down my injured arm until he made it to the small hole which I didn't wince from his touch. "It's not deep...I'm gonna pull it out."
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