Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

TWENTY FOUR

And once again, we start off where we were once before. Alone, confused. But together.

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The machine was lifted up from our heads. A dull pain circling my skull, like a ball being constantly thrown around a room. Each pound on the wall was thump in my mind. Confusion, the only thing that I could feel was confusion. However, familiarity held a small part in the very far, deep back of my head. It was telling me to stop, to fight back. Take control of myself and run. Run so far away. Away from them.

But my body forced those thoughts away.  I felt guilty, how could I even think like that? Hydra was my home, they saved me. Gave me purpose. Life. And this is how my thoughts repay them? I felt disgusted at myself. So  I stayed put, ready to follow orders. Ready to make Hydra proud. Ready to do the right thing.

In thought, I didn't see the rubber latex gloves come towards my mouth and force it open. Taking the mouth guard out. As the nurse pulled it away, a string of saliva followed along from my mouth. My head still a little dazed but I was still conscious enough to hear our orders being barked out from one of our superiors.

"Soldiers! This is THE mission of your pathetic, worthless, lives. Listen to your god damn fucking orders, and don't mess up!" Saliva spitting out his mouth as he yelled.

"GEAR UP!"

Feet walking in synchronization come from behind us. All feet walking closer and eventually standing right behind our sitting frames. Their breath glazing over the back of my neck, making me shiver slightly. I feel black, gloved, rough, hands catch my elbows and lift me up out the chair,  without caring if I could walk or not on my own. Luckily enough, I could bearly walk but with my one flesh leg, I couldn't really feel it as I walked along.

I turned my head as best as I could without it hurting too much,  to see the very familiar man walking behind me. He looked just as confused as I felt, he could sense I was looking at him so he lifted his head up. As his steel, blue, almost lifeless, eyes meet my hazel green ones, it was like a small breath of fresh air flowing smoothly into my deprived lungs.

A small, nearly unnoticeable, glimmer, twinkled in his eyes making them flare with slight recognition. It was that moment that my brain knocked down a small brick from the enormous wall, letting me know that I knew this man. How? I had no idea, but for once I was listening to this unbelievably strong urge. I knew this man. I'm positive.

Before I could even think about saying something out of line, my head was whipped around to face the front. What I didn't realise, was that we had stopped walking and was now facing a steel door.  A hand once again  came from behind me, but this time it didn't grip me, the hand went past me to the key pad. The index finger of one of the masked men pushed seven digits. 3-4-9-1-7-0-1

As he pushed the last digit, a latch mechanically swung open the door wide enough for us all to pass through. When we walked through the door way, I marvelled at the array of weapons lining the walls. Boxes, with what I assume to be knives and small little explosives held inside, were rowed on the floor. It was magnificent to say the least.

They shoved me in further to make room for everyone else behind me. Once everyone was in they took their hands off us, letting us rome and take in the astounding weapon room.

"Alright sluts! You know the drill... or should I say you don't... Know the drill" the handler snickers. "Get your weapons, gear up. It's show time" the handler finishes off once he stopped chuckling at his own joke.

I don't take the first step. The man that I some how knew the name of takes the first step. Winter, his oh, so familiar name, does. He walks past me before standing a few feet in front of me. His head turns sideways to look at me. Winter gives me a quick nod forward, urging me to go with him. To step forward and start our progress. Winter doesn't wait to see if I will follow him or not and carries on towards the tactical suits. In my mind I automatically trusted Winter. So without a second thought, I followed in his foot steps and go to the tactical suits.

When I take those few steps forward, I'm standing directly in front of the suits. My suit was the only one left as Winter had already took his to start changing in the corner. I reach my hand up and snatch away the pieces of clothing, going to the other corner, and start changing myself. Peeling away the sweat soaked, black strapped, tank top over my head, I could feel the hungry eyes on my scared body. With every move I make, whether it was taking my leggings off or pulling my suit on, I could feel their eyes burning into my frame. Their gaze become hungrier by the second. 

Though, I paid no attention to it, I carried on as if this was my normal. So once I was done and dressed ready for our occasion, I left my corner and went over to the gun racks ready to stock up my holsters.  Walking over to the huge wall filled to the brim with all sorts of guns, I let my eyes skim over them. Once I find my preferred firearm,  I slot them in and secure them to my thighs and torso. I then lower my body down towards the chests beneath the guns and open them up. Peering inside I see all the amo needed for each and every gun they had, so I let my hand do the talking and reach inside pulling the correct amo out. When in my hand, I place them all into my amo belt. I next face behind me only to see Winter fixed on me and my movements, but once he saw me looking he went back to what he was doing.

As I fasten my last throwing knife to my leg and placing my last hand grenade in my little holding pouch, I was ready to go. Ready to do this fucking mission.

I get a harsh hand down on my shoulder, signalling that it was time to go kill some son of bitches.