Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

TWENTY-ONE

Sometimes, it's like I'm half awake. I'm not in control of my body or most of my mind, but there's this small part of me that is awake. That is aware of what's going on. Though it feels like I'm in a glass box with no way out, watching it play through like a video. Watching my body do things I would never dream of doing. That. That to me is scary.

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Winter launches a rocket gun as Captain America lifts up his shield. As the rocket hits the red, white and blue shield, the impact of the explosion blasts him back and over the edge of the barrier wall made of concrete. When the Captain went over the edge, a second or two passes and the sound of glass breaking and metal getting indented could be heard from below.

We turn our bodies to locate and focus on the other two targets still with us, when we spot them in a crouched position running across to get cover. That's when we start open fire at them. Just as Natasha ducks out the way, bullets hit the bonnet of the car missing her head by a few inches. Sam looked around before retreating back further down the free-way.

A few moments later, Natahsa pops back up but this time with a glock in her hand. She out stretched her arm and takes her aim for us. She shoots at us with all her rounds she had in her clips. Natasha then jumped over the one barrier wall onto the other side of the free-way and ran for her life. As her legs made her bob and weave through the on coming traffic, we set our rocket launcher up. Just as she jumps over an in park car, we squeezed the trigger and watched as the rocket flew to where we had pointed it. When it exploded, our eyes followed as one of our targets jumps over the last wall barrier and down below onto the road below us.

As I turned I saw Winter's shoulders sag lightly before regaining his posture and facing someone. Winter's hands quickly reached out and snatched the gun someone had in their hands, replacing the one he had. As I didn't need to yet, I kept mine and walked with Winter.

In sync, Winter and I started our deadly strut over to the edge of the free-way. With our loaded guns raised high, we peer over the concrete wall waiting to see Natasha come running out from the bridge we were currently standing on. Though as we looked and looked, we saw nothing but bystanders running trying to get away from the fight that wasn't theirs.

The longer we waited the longer I was getting impatient. A second later, bullets were shot at us. Winter put his vibrianium arm up, reflecting the bullets that was shot his way. I, however, was too slow and a bullet hit my goggles, creating a spider-web crack across the one side. This making it so I couldn't see. As boiling hot anger rises through my veins, I could practicly feel the steam erupting from my ears. I slowly raise my flesh hand to my face and place my index and middle finger to the top of my goggles, while my thumb presses upwards on my goggles before yanking them off my face.

My cold eyes stare forward as hatred flows through them for the red head that had done this. I tuck my right leg up and my foot flat against the floor, while my left arm pushes me up off the ground and back into a standing position. I turn back round and crouch, picking my gun up from the floor.

As my two feet, that was in black combat boots, stand next to Winter, our heads turn to each other. He raises his eyebrows at me, and I already know what he was saying.

"Lets just finish this shit." My voice comes out scruffy and quiet from not using it for a good couple months. Winter gives a quick nod  and we resume from where we left off. Once again raising our guns, we look for one out of our three targets.

After scouting out below us, Winter spots Natasha and nudges we with his gun and points to where he located her. We place both of our guns so it aims at her and open fires at her. Bullets rain through the sky, making it shower apon unfortunate people that got in the way taking them down with blood pooling around them.

The target soon runs off when she knows she has no chance against us. With our perfect eye sight, we see her orange hair flipping to one side every time she turns her head to look at us. Under my mask I smirk, knowing that we were intimidating her. When she gets too far away to shoot her, Winter jumps over the edge of the concrete wall and lands on top of a car. Winters feet land on the the roof of the car, making the window on all sides repel outwards from the sheer force and mass of Winter.

When Winter does his strut off the car completely, I flip off the road above him following his moves. Except when I flipped I didn't land on the car, I landed on the ground. My left foot and knee landed gracefully on the floor beneath me, along with my  right foot being brought up to my chest. My arms a little out infront of me keeping my body steady. I flicked my head up to see Winter waiting for me with an amused glint in his eyes.

Standing up properly, I jog slightly to catch up to Winter who was waiting a few feet infront of me. As I caught up, Winter reloaded his gun with a new, full, magazine of bullets. Checking my ammo, I too see that I needed a reload, I take out a magazine from my vest that had various more for my other weapons wrapped around my body tightly. Taking the out old, empty, useless, clip and chucking it to the side with out a care, I put a new one in and cocking the gun so it was ready for any surprise attacks. All the while we were doing this, our feet guided us to where Natasha ran off to.