𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 - winter soldier.

we're going nowhere

He lifts his pistol by his flesh arm to my confused knitted eyebrows, only inches away.

Death only inches away.

The Soldier's eyes shoot daggers into mine.

He removes the safety.

I should've seen this coming.

I begin to tremble.

The Winter Soldier positioned his finger on the trigger.

​​​​Death seconds away.

Here it comes...

"Переехать."

His words echo in my ears. Time seemed to stop.

The snowflakes dazzled around us.

I gulped.

The Soldier's eyes narrowed as he repeated himself, "Переехать."

He grunted, pulling back the trigger.

The bullet cascading through the frosty breeze that ate at my exposed skin.

I felt a wisp of air slip past my ear, cutting at my hair, forcing me away from the bullet.

I felt like I wasn't in my body; like a near-body experience.

It was hard to inhale.

The bullet collided with a body.

Someone gasped.

Someone fell to their knees, crunching the snow underfoot.

Someone cried out.

Another bullet whipped past my shoulder.

Someone touched at the second bullet wound.

Someone stopped breathing.

Someone saw the dark looming around them.

Someone's eyes became blurry as they finally fell to the ice coven ground.

Someone died.

But I wasn't the someone.

Hesitantly, I turned my head to where the gunshots had marked.

The driver was.

In reaction to what was in front of me, I brought my hands to my mouth. A gasp sounded from my mouth.

I turned to the Soldier. Emotionless. Numb. Dead. Gone.

He began moving slowly to the van.

I followed him. I stopped at the driver's crippled body. His eyes peered to the sky. His mouth parted.

I scanned his uniform. His name was Private Hubberson.

Three Privates?

I looked back at the Soldier. His arm raised to Olbow.

Pure hatred filled her eyes. Tears swelled down her cheeks. She yelled, her voice dreadful, "You'll lose, you bastards!"

She had become a different person.

A psychotic laugh ran through the forest.

I jumped at the gunshot.

Private Olbow's laughing became choking.

A switch turned on in me switched off all my emotions.

My mouth frowned in disgust at the blood boiling from her throat.