Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

TEN

I'm just a monster, lurking in the shadows. Waiting for my next hunt.

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We get escorted to the weapon room. The metallic door gets swung open, almost hitting the gray concrete wall. Weapon racks a line the walls, all types of guns occupy the spaces. Shinny, silver chests sit on the rock flooring, lids lay open against the wall- the contents revealed for everyone to see. In the far left corner was two hangers both with our matt black tactical gear on, our combat boots stand underneath them.

Walking over to the hangers we start undressing into our underwear. Never being allowed to get undressed and dressed behind closed doors or even a curtain, it doesn't faze us that we get stared at. Scars litter our bodies in all crevices, years of missions and torture clearly shown on our damaged bodies. We make a pile on the floor to the side of our clothes- even knowing they won't get washed- and start to put our tactical suits on.

A simple black, long sleeved t-shirt gets put on first. Followed by thick bullet proof vest that we strap on, we add a harness to our backs to keep an extra larger gun with us. Next comes the cargo pants with out missing a beat, I slip my vibranium leg in first (seeing as it hurts more) and Make a small grunt from the miniscule amount of pain that shoots to my hip. shoving my other leg in quickly I pull my pants up, not wasting anytime. Snatching my boots from the floor in a hurry, I take one of them in my hands slipping my foot in and tying the laces tight. I do the same to the other side.

Standing back up I turn in the direction of the open chests. Winter catches my eye he's looking at me with a knowing look, he's asking if I was okay, i make an un-Noticed Nod, yet winter noticed. Focusing back on the task of getting ready for the mission, I Stride over to the chests and peer in. In side were knife hollisters on one side and all different kinds of knifes on the other. Each one had a different blades and length sizes. I grab two knife hollisters and attach them to the sides of both my legs. I then grab a couple knifes, long and short, one has a hole at the handle of it to put your figure in and swirl it around to get a better angle of attack. The other was just a simple throwing knife for a long distance attack.

Shuffling to the next slightly worn chest, I look down once again taking in what they had in there. In side was black face masks with little slits so we could breathe through and goggles that were tinted black so no one could see our eyes, I take one each. Pulling the elastic bands around my face I click the face mask into place. I next take the goggles and let them rest around my neck.

Turning on my heal I look to the guns and gun hollisters on the other side of the ugly room. Stepping over I take a large gun, M249 SAW, and strap it to the hollister on my back. Snatching six other gun hollisters I attach them to my legs, two on each side and one on each arm. A couple Glock 17's, two pistols and two 45 calibre's. After attaching all of them in the right place, I see winter just finishing securely strapping his last knife in its holder.

"Soldier, Sargent. We have the mission folders for you." Our holder states in a monotone voice. Guards from either side of us step forward and hands each of us a folder. Taking the creamed coloured card in our hands we lift to the first and only page. It states his age and place of birth, as well as where he would be going. A picture of a middle aged Chinese man is stuck to the top left. Salt and pepper short hair frames his wrinkling face. Below the picture is written what he is doing. He's building a weapons factory, one hundred kilometers from a hydra base in China.

Closing the folder I hand it back and wait by a set of doors that lead outside to a quin jet. A few seconds passes and winter joins me. We wait side by side barely touching the others arm. Not too soon after both of us get gripped by the upper arm and lead to the quin jet, that's ready to take off.

Dragging us by our arms we make the trek to the quin jet. Boots slapping against the chipped ground, hardly audible, as we near the flying machine. Wind scrape our faces by the energy of the propellers. Small rocks and dust get swept into our eyes, making us squint to see.

The quin jet door opens and winters and I' s bodies get shoved to move onwards. Just when we sit down beside each other, the door closed again. Trapping us in a hell once more. When the guards look away for a split second we sit closer to each other. With our hands behind our backs we couldn't do much, so all we did was wrap both little figures around Each other for comfort. Keeping one an other a little more sane. Though I couldn't think of much. I thought of the fact that this mission would be My seventy fifth and Winters seventy ninth. Depending who would be taking the shot, it would be winters fifty sixth kill or my fifty third kill.

The thought alone made me wonder why did we know our kill and mission number? We never remember when we did the mission or what we did in the mission. Only our numbers. Just thinking of it made my head pound as if someone repeatedly stomped and kicked my head with steel toed boots.

Before I know it, I'm getting uncuffed and pushed forward to the entrance, next to winter. Still in a daze, I look around just to get my barings again. To feel grounded. Winter looks at me, dull blue eyes stare at my face searching for an answer. All I do is shake my head from side to side and focus. We step off once we had landed and started our mission. Six hours to go.

A/N:

I tried a cliffhanger. Does it work, does it not. Let me know in the comments!! Don't forget to vote and add this to your library!!