Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

FIFTEEN

No one can save you from yourself.

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His sleek, black, van never slowed down and we didn't make a move to get out the way of the incoming vehicle, coming towards us. The drivers face showed more determination when we moved out the way. For a small brief moment we let him think he won, but we soon saw his face fall when he realised what we held up infront of us. The look on the targets face told us he wanted to swerve out the way, to save himself, but he didn't want to hurt any civilians. So he stayed on the same path. Driving towards us.

As the van drove closer to us we both pulled back the pump on the missile gun, getting it ready to shoot the explosion inside. Winter aims for bonnet of the van and I aim in the middle, between the two front wheels. Before we shoot however, the Hydra associates that were dressed up in officer uniform, barge the van from behind in their cop car. This making the van propell forward with such force that our mission slams his head involuntarily against the steering wheel.

Once the dark skinned man lifts his head off the steering wheel, he looks in his rear view mirror. The man, looked to be in his middle adulthood, looked back forward and I could see that his mind was figuring out what he should do. Though there was no way he could escape, we would kill him before he could get out his car door.

When the man regained stability, I took a deep breath and focused my eye sight on where I was going to shoot my missile. My gloved finger finds the trigger and it hovers over it. Half a second later I squeeze the trigger and my body gets pushed back a little from the power the gun holds.  I look to my left and register that Winter had also squeezed the trigger. Both of our missiles danced together in a beautiful, chaotic dance. Once the missiles had finished the dance routine, they both exploded into a mixture of oranges, reds, charcoal black and dusty grays. 

The van erupts from the out break of heat that tagged along with the cloud of destruction. The nose of the van scraping on the worn cemented road. The vehicle skids past us and topples over onto the hood before stopping. Steam fills out in the air from the damaged van. Pieces of metal that had fallen skatter across the open, empty, road.

Winter and I start to walk up to the over turned sleek van once it had completely stopped moving. As we get to the broken vehicle, Winter grabs the handle with his bionic, vibranium, silver, hand. He rips the door of its hinges and we both look inside, ready to snatch the black man and finish off our mission. However, when we do crouch and look inside all we are met with is an empty seat. The air bag had been activated and inflated, a hole in the roof, big enough for a person to fit into, leading into the sewer system below the road we stood on.

We stand back up and look to each other and I give a knowing glance at Winter. Picking up our missile guns, we start making our way over to the open doors of the Hydra truck. We see peirce sitting in the shadows in the far back of the truck, he had his face in a look. It wasn't disappointed. No. It was of a furious and menacing look both tied and twisted together, to make an abomination.  The only word I had for it was Evil.

When we get to the open black truck doors, the people that was around the truck pull us by our arms and chuck us into the back with Peirce. As we sit down on the metal benches on either side of the truck, peirce clears his throat to make us look at him. We do so, knowing that it was a signal he was going to start talking.

"What the hell was that back there!" The yell he starts echoing around the back of the truck.

"You were supost to kill him, with no mishaps. Yet here we are a mission not dead!" Peirce takes a deep breath in and blows it out sharply, collecting him self together.

"Soldier, Sargent. You have one more chance at getting this right. If you succeed, well let's just say your punishment won't be so harsh. Understood? Now...my men will find where you mission is. Once they do, you are to eliminate him." As peirce explains this we soak it all in. We didn't want to disappoint him again. In union we both nod our heads, we were not going to fail again.

When the truck stops we know we're at the base. The doors open from beside us and once again hydra men grab our biseps with their rough gloved hands, dragging us out. In the process, peirce orders for the men that was holding us to stop.  When they do, he comes infront of us and gives both of us a stern look before he raises his hand and back hand slaps me in the face, making it and my vision rotate so fast the world was spinning slightly. He then nods to the guards behind us and they carry on dragging us to the cold base.

The front metal doors swing open. As we look in there are men inside walking around the base, patrolling it and the test subjects that's held inside. They pull us past everyone and down hallways. The deeper we went the more cells we saw. Most had test subjects in that were either dead or slowly dying in agony. Some however, we're empty though they still had fresh blood in.

Finally we turn right down a hallway and see only two holding cells, that were empty.  The guards that were following the men holding us came around us and unlocked the cells. They Let our arms go by throwing us in different cells that were across from each other.

When I regain my balance and sit up right against my bed, my eyes meet the other side of the room to Winters cell, I see him doing the same except he was on his bed and not the floor. My head falls backwards and hits the metal bed creating an echo of a sound. I feel Winters eyes on my figure yet I choose not to acknowledge it. When his eyes darts away from me, I let my mind ease a little. All I could do now was wait for them to come back and give me orders.