Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

EIGHT

Losing myself one event at a time.

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Malicious, black gloved hands wrap around my arms as they drag me towards the cold-hearted compound. Black combat boots protect my feet as they rake through the dead leaves and snow covered ground.

As we near the uncharitable hell hole, orders get barked out at the men holding me.

"возьми ее в камеру. расспросить ее обо всем. воспоминания, люди. Сделай это." Russian words get thrown at us as they trudge through the door.

Dark, dingy halls surround us, bloody cells on one side yet no people occupy them. Like life is non existent-the only sign of life are chunky, heavy boots slamming against the icy cold concrete floor.

Creaks and squeaks could be heard from the old metal door as they open it. With the door held open they throw me aggressively to the unforgiving concrete. Regaining my balance I sit up and examine the box of a room. Nothing but cracks and an old rusty metal door, enclosing me in making me feel claustrophobic.

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Keys jingle from outside the door, hushed voices follow along. The sound of the keys fitting the keyhole makes a sickly feeling plummet to the bottom of my stomach. With this I back myself into the deepest corner of the room, trying to shield myself in the shadows. The oxidized door soon swings open, a loud 'bang!' Follows from the shear force of the man.

"No need to hide child. We only wish to help you. To bring you back home." Says the man with a thick Russian accent. However, when he says home to me. It doesn't sit right in my gut. He slowly stalks to me, a dirty turquoise book in hand with a sliver crescent in the centre of it.

"Let us start with the questions. yes?" He states, pulling a chair out of no where and sits down. Opening the book he looks down and back up to me.

"What do you remember Sargent?" He asks slowly, acting as if I was a child.

"I-I remember a scrawny man named Steve and a man named James" I say thinking hard over my answer. Thinking I answered correctly I look up to see the man's slightly chubby face. A look of annoyance and anger swept across his features.

"How about the next question. Who are You?" He once again asks.

"I'm, I'm...I don't know." I say confused, I feel a name on the tip of My tongue yet it feels far away.

"You, my dear are Sargent Hallow. One of Hydra's best assassins. Your partner awaits you." He clarifies as he stands up from the chair, pushing it behind him into a different corner. He knocks on the door in a pattern and it opens up.

He speaks to the guards something about prepping me and the 'blender room' whatever that is. Before he fully leaves he looks over his shoulder and says

"Welcome back, Sargent. I look forward to this". He then walks out and down the hall, his shoes echoing as he goes.

The guards pile in and take my arms again in their rough hands. Once again dragging me down the musky damp gloomy halls, not caring about if I get scrapes or not on my legs. We turn left and continue to the end of the hall where only a single door stood in place, with more heavy duty guards on either side of the door guns in hand.

They see us approach and yank the door open, revealing (What I guess to be) doctors scattered around the room. Twisting and turning as they rush around avoiding each other strategically, white lab coats with a few questionable stains flutters behind them. Viles with a sticky purple substance gripped in hands.

In the middle of the lab like room sat a ratty old dentist chair with a metal head piece attached to a few wires (that was also scattered on the floor).

They shove me to sit down onto aged ripped chair. It's like my body remembers this but my mind doesn't and I start to hyperventilate, my chest rising and falling at an inhuman speed. They tap my chin and it automatically opens like it had been a habit.

They shove a mouth guard in my mouth and I place my arms on the arm rest of the chair. My eyes dart all around the room when I notice a dark figure in the shadows, recognition flashes in my head and the first thing that pops in my mind is his name. A oh so familiar yet forgein name, that brings warmth and safety to my heart.

"James?" I mutter with difficulty because of the mouth guard in my mouth, just loud enough for everyone to hear. The man I think to be 'James' stares deeply into my eyes confusion and debate clashing together. Cogs turning together, trying to find out why it sounded so fitting, so right to him.

I see him visibly tense when the head piece gets pushed over my head, half my vision gone due to the metal piece covering my left eye. My hyperventilation becomes worse and tears build up in my eyes. Before I can think about anything else a jolt of electricity flows through my brain, making it feel like it was picking away. Melting.

I grit my teeth together trying to keep the sounds of agony in, but it soon becomes an unbearable white hot pain and I scream out. I scream and scream until my lungs feel like they could collapse at any moment. Until my voice feels as broken as I feel inside. What I think slowly slips away to nothing-ness. Only a blank slate stands it place taking over my body. It felt like it was going on for days, weeks even yet it was only a few hours that had passed.

As soon as it stops and the machine is lifted of my head. My chest falls harshly back down to the back of the dentist chair. Taking deep breaths to get oxygen back into my exhausted lungs I slowly glance around the room. Yet when I do nothing I see is common to me. To my mind. My painful mind. My head felt like it had been pounded against a brick wall.

Two men catch my eye, one was sitting right infrount of me on a old stool (it looked like it could giveaway at any given point) and a mysterious man that I know. At least that's what my mind is telling me.

My face is suddenly pulled forward with force. When my face is pulled forward my eyes immediately locked onto pale blue ones. He looks over his shoulder to someone behind him and they scurry off to do something.

"Sargent. We have a mission. You and Winter here will go over to China and kill the start of a weapon factory. You have a week tops." He states in a no question tone. I only nod. Clarifying that I understand.

He gets up and swiftly walks out the door without a second glance. As soon as he's gone, Winter and I get ushered out to the weapon room where we'll get suited up.

As we were walking down the dead like hall we talked in hushed tones.

"I missed you." He whispered.

"I missed you too" I muttered back .

"I'm glad your back. I was thinking you wouldn't come back." He softly speaks to me, with a hint of sadness there as well.

"I was gone? I don't remember that? And anyway I would never leave you for good." I murmur back.

"Good. I wouldn't leave you for good either." He mumbles.

And with that they both knew in short words spoken between the two soldiers that they would never leave the other for long. That they are in fact to important to each other to completely forget. They both learnt that through the years of being constantly brain washed.

They spoke with out full sentences and they were okay with that, because they both knew they were indeed safe with each other by the others side.

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Hey the translation for the Russian was:

~возьми ее в камеру. расспросить ее обо всем. воспоминания, люди. Сделай это

- Take her to the camera. interrogate her. memories, people. do it.

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