𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻 & 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴
My name is Kathryn Kennedy. I'm a pretty ordinary girl-- woman. I was born to an ordinary, loving couple. I have two best friends: Peter and Ned who I couldn't imagine my life without! I...
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"Without him, I would just be ordinary. But who said that would've been a bad thing?" ~*~ Word Count: 1236
I heard Megan sigh deeply and I spun my head around to look at her loading her gun. "Oh, Kathleen... I was just beginning to like you. I really wish it didn't have to end this way." She aimed her gun at me and a pang went off as she fired.
I ducked down and bullet flew past me. Megan, or Maeve fired again and I scurried away, practically falling out of the door and into the hall. I looked back and when I didn't see her follow, I broke into a limping sprint down the hall and around the corner. I raised my hand to my earpiece and groaned, "I need evac! Abort mission! I repeat, I need evac and abort mission! Does anyone copy?!" But I got no response, only a quiet chuckling through my telepathy.
"You're so cute, calling for help from your friends. You didn't actually think you'd left Hydra, did you?" I didn't answer her, but that was enough of an answer for her. "You will never escape Hydra. Not truly. Just like your friend, Barnes." When I turned another corner, I was met with Bucky, but not the one I knew. This was the Winter Soldier.
"K3, can't you see it?" He asked. He sounded just like him too, but I knew it wasn't him. "This is where people like us belong!" I shook my head.
"You're not him." I denied. "Bucky's in Wakanda." I charged at him, ready to punch, but he caught my fist and twisted it, triggering a yelp to escape me lips. I swung my leg to his face and he released my arm before tackling me to the ground.
We wrestled and he got me in a chokehold with his metal arm, another sign that this wasn't the real Bucky. He lost his metal arm in Siberia. I pulled on his arm, desperately trying to get air. "Come on, K3. Make this easier for me." He muttered, tightening his grasp.
"Get out of my head, Maeve!" I screamed and sent a wave out, causing Bucky to vanish and Maeve to fall the ground in front of me. I slowly rose from the ground and grabbed her gun, aiming it at her head, but it was quickly knocked out of my hand by a flash of blue. I gasped and snapped my head up. "Piet—" with another flash of blue, I was punched in the stomach and sent to the wall, gasping for air. I looked ahead and saw Pietro help Maeve up. "Pietro, she's the granddaughter of the man who tortured us!" I cried.
He looked at me, his eyes cold. "We volunteered for that, K3. That was up to us."
"But, Piet—" suddenly I was thrown to the ground.
"You see your past as a curse. I see it as a blessing. Who would I be without Strucker? A scared kid in Sokovia, with no one but his sister." Out of nowhere, Wanda appeared by his side.
