ALIEN ↠ b. barnes [I]

twenty seven

      "THE ASSETS ARE READY FOR THE mission, sir." A man informed, his hands behind his back as he observed the man pace around his office nervously. "The agents? Are they dead?"

       "I doubt it. That's why we need the assets to finish the job." The man replied quietly, walking behind the he scientist all the way to where the recently brainwashed soldiers were getting their equipment. The Alien was getting her hair put on a high ponytail, the oxygen head band being accompanied by a black mask that brought out her green eyes with a red limbal ring. The Winter Soldier was staring coldly at the other asset, both of them not knowing who the other was but being perfectly aware they were partners and not enemies.

       "Soldaty, ty znayesh' chto delat'" Soldiers, you know what to do. The two nodded and grabbed their weapons, getting into the helicopter and looking at their targets as the folder was handed over to them. The Alien looked at three of them, her eyebrows furrowing as she twisted her head in the slightest recognition.

       Her handler noticed this, removing the folder immediately and putting a gun to her head so she wouldn't try anything. But even if he hadn't pointed the weapon, the asset wouldn't have tried anything; for she couldn't remember anything.

       "Prosto ubey yego." Just kill him. The agent told the asset, the female nodding and gulping slightly as she kept her green eyes pierced on the gun.

        "Da, ser." Yes, sir. She said, looking back at the information and at her partner next to her, only to find him already looking at her. "S toboy vse v poryadke?" Are you okay? She asked him, the man clearing his throat and going back to the job when he felt the tip of a knife near his abdomen.

        "Da." Yes. Allura's eyes lingered on his face for a moment longer, her lips tugging up in the slightest as her eyes softened, hardening the moment she heard the helicopter stop.

       "Davay." Come on. A handler said, agents pulling the assets by the arms and leading them to the top of the bridge. "Ty vidish' etu mashinu?" Do you see that car? The assets nodded, their stances already defensive. "Zanimat'sya." Engage.

        With a smooth jump, the Winter Soldier fell on the street, his metal arm breaking a window and grabbing the man they were looking for by the neck, throwing him towards the other side of the street.

        Allura jumped on top of the car, the limbal ring around her eyes making Steve flinch and his eyes widen, Natasha only sticking her head out the window.

        "Stoy." Stop. She called, the Alien looking at her with a look in her eyes that Natalia hadn't seen in a while. The look of a brainwashed, coldblooded killer. No, this was not the woman who raised her. Because even though the woman that raised her was rough, she would never look at her like she could stab a knife through her throat and leave without a second thought.

       But Allura didn't listen, punching the windshield and ripping the wheel straight off. After maneuvering the car a bit, the people managed to get her off, the Alien flying off but being caught by the Winter Soldier; the impact causing them both to land on the concrete but slide down with the help of their hands.

        "Oh my god." Ezekyel mumbled, getting on Steve's shield and wincing at the fall from the car. "You have got to be kidding me." Everyone was shooting at everyone now, the HYDRA agents also targeting the SHIELD ones. Ezekyel moved his hand to the left, the soldiers falling off the bridge as the Alien observed him.

       "Come on, Ezekyel!" Steve called, the martian nodding and running his way.

        Natasha shot at the Winter Soldier, the bullet landing on his eye goggle. Allura turned to look at her partner, the soldier nodding at her in reassurance and ripping the now broken goggles off. "Ona u menya. Naydi yego." She's mine. Find him.