Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

ELEVEN

Sometimes you feel the darkness and you can't do anything about it.

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Walking deep into the full beautiful forest, leaves break as we step softly onto them. Our black boots pad against the soft ground as we direct our way around. Trees high like skyscrapers tower over us as it protects us from the rain, as it beats down on the leafs.

Rain was a beautiful thing to admire, it makes your mind calm from the most destructive and negative thoughts. Yet on the other hand it was like god was crying. Like he had enough of being happy or being 'fine' and 'powerful', it was as if he just wanted one moment of weakness to show he had emotions and feelings too.

The dirt on the ground forming into stodgy mud, old twigs fallen -from the now wet branches- into the mud getting stuck in the gooey substance. Foot prints getting molded into the ground as we continue forward. I look to winter and see he's looking at me. Another silent but meaningful gaze. I send a nod, knowing that I'm fine.

Our guards are up, hearing heightened and eye sight sharp. Guns in all holsters and a sniper on winters back. We know we're close because machines could be heard. The site was about ten or so miles away, the smell of oil mixed in with steel hit my nose. Sometimes having heightened senses were good, other times I hated it with a passion. So many scents can make you lose concentration. In hydra we had to learn to focus on what we were searching for. Almost like dogs.

Winter taps my shoulder bringing me back into reality. He points in front of us. Boulders stacked on top of each other almost creating stairs. We had to climb to get to an advantage point, to get a clean perfect shot. Grabbing the first ledge I start pulling myself up, trying to be careful not to cut my flesh hand on sharp edges.

Winter follows after me, he's always letting me go first no matter what the situation, Climbing slowly behind me keeping the same pace. Every rock I had climbed, I had to be more and more careful and aware of my hand placement. The higher we got the less of an edge we had a hold on to. This made our mission just that slightly more dangerous. Only slightly.

We were almost at the top when my hand slipped from the slippery, wet, surface. My dirty silver bionic arm, that was once a shiny silver, falling beside me. Cursing to myself at the fact that Hydra hadn't put grips on to my vibranium hand.

"ты в порядке?" Winter asks as he looks up to me.

" да. хорошо. Гидра не держала меня за руку." Replying back as I throw my arm back up regaining strength and balance.

"Вы должны попросить их надеть, когда мы вернемся." He suggests not taking his eyes off my figure, making sure I don't fall again.

I don't reply, keeping my focus on my goal and hands as I make my way up the huge stack of rocks. No words get spoken between the both of us as we heave up the very last rock. We both rest on our knees and take deep breaths in and out. After doing that a couple times we help each other up, knowing we were near our target and his group.

Stalking closer to the edge, we peer over to see our lay out. Down below a building was constructed. It looked like a simple, normal warehouse. However, we knew different. We knew the real reason of why they built the 'warehouse'. To make, receive and transport weapons. Grading from boring usal weaponry to military grade. Hydra hadn't told us that last part, but we were not stupid enough not to realise it.

Dropping our duffle bag on the floor, winter sits on his knees and opens it up. After pulling the zips apart, he sticks his flesh hand in and digs around. Pulling out a silencer, for the sniper rifle we brought along with us, and placing it on the ground beside the duffle bag. Next winter pulls out a stand to hold the rifle.

As winter was setting up the rifle, I was standing watch behind him in case someone found us and decided to sneak attack us, if they didn't know who we were and was stupid enough to attack us. Still, however on the odd occasion it did happen. It never ended well for the attacker. My left flesh hand was holding the glock, while my other vibranium hand was free ready for something to happen.

I turn round to see what was happening, we only had around two hours and nine minutes left so we had to get a move on and hurry up. Winter was on his stomach, lying on the slightly damp muddy ground, looking through the scope finding our target. Though when Winter stilled I knew he found the target. I see him take a slow, agonising breath. Steadying himself to take the perfect shot he needed to complete the mission.

A sound caught my attention from in front of me, signalling that someone was there. Twisting back round to face forward, I come face to face with one of the targets guards. Quickly lifting the gun, I pretend that I'm going to shoot him. But my other vibranium hand un-noticeably drifts down to a thigh holster where a throwing knife was kept. Quick as sound I snatch my knife from it's holster and throw it. As it sores through the air, the knife lands precisely between the guards eyes. A sickly sound comes from the skull as it shatters from impact of the knife and the strength it was thrown at. He falls, and as it happened it was as if it happened in slow motion. A thud is heard as he hits the mud covered ground, a pool of blood circling his body from the head.

Walking over to the,now dead, guard I crouch down and grab the knife and wipe the blood off on to the suit he was wearing. Un- crouching, I look over to Winter to see him reach for the trigger. I speed walk over to him and peer down to were our target was. I've always liked seeing when the target gets hit and falls to the ground (even though I don't know why). The panicked shouts and fast paced foot steps echoing through my skull.

Winter squeezes the trigger and the bullet flys through the air. When it lodges itself into the targets heart, he falls down with a thud. Shouts are bounced around the walls, making it echo for mikes. However, we don't take time to admire our work because we have to be back in just under an hour. So we pack our things away, careful not to leave anything valuable behind. The bullet is not traceable, it's sokvia made.

Once back on our feet we rush back the way we came. Coming to the rock hill of sorts we look to each other and then back. We come to a quick solution, jumping off would be the best option. So we jump and land in a roll. Getting back on to our feet we take of again. In the whole mission only one casualty happened.

The quinn jet insight, as we slow into a jog knowing we would be there on time. As we get closer and closer, our pace slows down until we're standing completely still in front of the quinn jet door. It opens and hydra agents come forward putting our hands in cuffs once more. They lead us to our seats again as the door closes. Both pinkies of ours find each other again, locking and entwining for that reassurance.

The jet engines start up creating this whirling sound around us, engulfing us. Our ears pop from the air difference. The jet hovering over the ground, power seeps through and the jet starts to fly in the sky, taking us back to our home. Hydra.

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Translation from Russian to English:

ты в порядке?
Are you Okay?

да. хорошо. Гидра не держала меня за руку.
Yes. Fine . Hydra did not put grips on my hand.

Вы должны попросить их надеть, когда мы вернемся.
You should ask them to put them on when we return.

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