Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

FOURTEEN

Sometimes the person we call friend, ends up being called foe with out us realising it until it's too late.

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The truck stopped, making me open my eyes. Across from me Winter brings his head down from looking at the pearl white lights above him.  He looks at me for a split second before he turns away distracting himself with something else in the truck.

The doors behind me open up and  loud talking could be heard just outside the truck, that's when I get wheeled out first. In the corner of my eye I see The other container Winter is being kept in, his guards staying beside him as mine do to me. They turn me around and I see the base we would be staying at. It was huge, not as big as our one back in Moscow, Russia but it didn't matter. We were here for a mission and then we would leave.

When they start wheeling us inside the base, my thought processing is back on track. I only need a glance around the base to know where I can go and which escape routes I could use if need be. The double doors gets pulled open with a small creak coming from the hinges. A set of unidentified guards was aligning the walls on either side of the corridor.

Inside the corridor the lights hanging from the ceiling swing slightly from the little breeze flowing through the open doors. The base is smaller and as soon as we turn left down the two way corridor, we are met with another open door. However, this time this door had many different locks to secure the room tight.

Alexandra peirce greets us with cold blue eyes, but with a warm fake smile apon his pink crusted lips. With a hand outstretched he directs the people wheeling us in where to place us. They set us where they were directed and unlocks the doors leading into our metal containers. One guard comes into each box and starts to unlock our belts, that are restricting us from any kind of movement.

We step out of our boxes made of metal once all of the restraints are off. A Plastic stool was set in front of us, not to sit down on, but for Peirce. With out care we stand infront of the stool, waiting patiently. Across the room Alexandra was talking with a group of guards, half of them was geared up as police officers. Everything was the identical of what an officers uniform should be. The next half was in usual Hydra uniform, black tactical gear, black boots, helmet, even black socks. They finish the discussion was a sharp nod, indicating they understood everything that was said.

Alexandra turns and walks over to us and sits down, he looks up once he got himself as comfortable as he could.

"You understand your mission yes?"

All we do is nod in response, our mission was to wait for a signal and then come out into the middle of the road, each one of us with a missile gun in hand, ready for the attack. We would then proceed to eliminate our target in anyway we see fit. Any civilians that get in our way can and will be casualties.

Alexandra stands up moving the chair away from himself and to the side. He looks to us once more, though this time his blue eyes show triumph and excitement. An eerie, grim smile stretches across his old aged face. The wrinkles at the corner of both his eyes  and forehead are prominent to see.

With one last look to us he turns and gives a brief nod to the guys next to the door before walking out. The guards that was beside us  came forward and clutched Winters and I's biseps in their rugged hands. Hauling us up, they ushered us a different door in the musky, moisture-laden room. Just as we get to the door, it opens allowing us passage to the black van a few feet away.

Even the small, short walk to the van was excruciating and long. By the time we actually got there I was ready to kill our target, I was ready to get that rush of adrenalin  from seeing a dead body once more. The van door opens by sliding to the left and that's when we bend down and step in, taking a seat inside on the spartan chairs.

Immediately after the van set off to our mission's soon to be location, we get handed a muzzle to strap over our heads. We also get handed Goggles to cover our eyes and not be recognised by other people. With out a question or second thought we do as told, strapping our muzzle and goggles onto our faces. After doing that, we sit back properly, stare straight ahead and wait for our signal to execute our mission.

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The van stops abruptly, making us jolt forward for a split second before we regain our balance once more. The door slides open and we get shoved out, onto the open road. Two other guards follow us out. When we get to the middle of the two way road, we see flames from flipped cars. Some were on their sides others were just up right with the bonnet open, fire flaring from damage and impact.

The scorching fire behind us made me clammy in my tatical suit, even so I don't let
clammy-ness affect my goal. I had to stay focused to execute the plan perfectly. Beside me Winter had his arms out stretched waiting for his missle gun to be placed in his black gloved palms. One out of the two guards that walked out with us hands Winter a missile gun.

I get a sharp nudge in my side. This makes me look over and I see the other guard with a missile gun in his hand, trying to hand it over to me. I too take it and then look to my left towards Winter, only to see him looking at me. Once both of us nod to each other signalling we were both ready, we start our strut approaching the battered car that was moving at a high speed towards us dead on.

As we get closer and closer the car makes no difference in the speed it was going at. It was ready to hit us. And we were ready to hit his damaged car, with him in it.

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What's this? Two updates in one day? I think so. I just had so many ideas I couldn't wait for Monday to write it. That and I will also forget My ideas.

I hoped you enjoyed!!