Chapter 12 - Betrayal

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As soon as we were out of sight, the side of my face was met with a fist. 

I didn't move or flinch. 

The American threw his shield at my face only to knock off my mask. 

Letting go of Bucky's arm, I punched the American, knocking him off the rooftop. 

I picked up my mask and placed back on my face.

Me and my brother fought like crazy. 

It ended when I was shot. 

Once in each palm; one in each elbow; one in each shoulder; one in each thigh; one in each knee; one in each ankle and one in my forehead. 

Sam shot me. 

Thirteen times. 

Until I was dead.

Bailey Buchanan BarnesWhere stories live. Discover now