Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

TWENTY SEVEN

The ghost of you always catches up, no matter how far down it's pushed.

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It had been a while but both of us had yet to make a move. My hazel eyes holds the blue ones across from me. Desperation still evident in my mission. Though the desperation had soon been forced down  involuntarily as he saw I wasn't budging on making my body move out of his way. His feelings about who he thought I was still there, but he had obviously come to a conclusion that there were more serious matters at hand.

Almost to my surprise, he makes the first move by throwing his shield at me. Quietly thanking my quick reflexes, I block my assault by holding up my  arm. My body cringing from the hit, cursing my brain for using my left, flesh, arm instead of my, more durable, metal one. Without the need to think of what to do next, I withdraw my gun that was strapped around right hand thigh and shoot. While doing this, I try and create some distance between my mission and I by stepping back a couple steps. Nonetheless, the mission deflects the bullets with his shield and his quick thinking. Blondie catches onto what I'm doing and tries to take strides to my position but I don't let him. I keep shooting. Three bullets at a time. Each and every time he dodges them or holds his shield up.

I twist and turn, trying to get a new angle. Trying to catch him off-guard, however nothing works. So, as he puts his shield up once more, I take the chance to put and end to our failing battle. Without him noticing, I draw out another gun. When close enough, I act as if I'm going to shoot his shield again, although, I stick my additional gun to where his side is and shoot. It breaks through his skin but doesn't come out the other side. His body stills for a split momentarily second, him processing I actually got a hit on him, before he pulls back the metal circle in his hand and shoved it forward. For once my brain didn't react quick enough and it hits the side of my head, sending me across the sturdy walkway.

Shaking off the slight dizziness from when my head hit the walkway, I start getting back up. I keep eye contact as I slowly make my way back up and while I take a knife out from it's holder. My body was low, prepared for the attack I was about to display. I waited a few seconds to calculate my plan, however it must of seemed  painfully long to the mission. It was my plan though, to make it seem like I don't know what to do when in fact I do. I was just waiting for the right moment to catch him with his guard down enough to deal out my plan of action.

Just when I noticed his body falter a little, I sprung into action. I charged him knife out and starting to slash around, exactly as I planned I caught him off-guard for a second but he was swift to react and held up his shield protectively. He too swung into action and started to punch when he could and block the swings I was delivering them. We began to turn in a circle when I lifted my leg up and instantly brought it round to kick him. He blocked the attack. In addition, he was forced to crouch down which I took advantage of. With my vibranium leg I kicked out his leg causing him to kneel down. Thinking I had this under control, I lifted my knife up over my head ready to bring it down and hear the satisfying crunch of the skull breaking under my hand. However, the mission once again used his precious shield to expeditiously swing it up to hit me under the chin. This caused me to be thrown viciously across the walkway (even though there was little left to explore).

My head hit the metal footbridge because of this, my body didn't want to cooperate and move for a few seconds. However, when I came to my senses I sat up and reached for my knife that was on the floor. I jumped up and ran at the mission, making him having to abandon his task to make sure I don't kill him. We fought, punches were thrown strategically though none hit the other very often. Kicks were raised but dodged and sometimes clipped someone. That was until the shield was whipped round to hit me, it almost succeeded but I made sure I had lifted up my left (but flesh) hand to stop it. My skin had screamed for a second but I pushed the pain away. With the knife still in my right hand I supported the left arm while also pushing the knife forward. It was as if I had some sort of "luck", the knife was moving the the direction that I wanted it to. Just as the knife was starting to penetrate the missions suit he grabbed it out of my hand. The target was quick in his actions as he stepped back, raised his leg and shoved me away.

I tumbled, my body working to keep me upright and steady but failing as, I needed the railing to keep my from falling again. My hand was thrown out to catch the railing in my grasp and my head snapped up when I heard the sound of clicks coming from the control panel. The target had pressed the last few buttons he needed and took out a chip from the rack. With his back turned I thought it was my chance to get back and so I had swung my right metallic fist at his back, but he had heard my steps and threw himself round as well as his shield protecting him once again.

I pushed back his shield making him unsteady and used that to my advantage. A gun was whipped out, wanting to use the handle to slam it upon the head of the blue eyed man. His blue eyes had caught onto what I was doing and used the red, white and blue disk to prevent it from happening. While he did that I launched my body in the opposite direction pushing him to the railing.  A gloved hand automatically latched onto my forearm. Wanting to get him off me, I pushed even harder, using all of my strength to push once more.

Although, just as I had done that, it sent us over the edge and to the little (but big) arms below. I landed on my back, a jolt of pain washing over my already sore body but like I did the numerous times before, I pushed the pain away focusing on the task at hand.

It was though we were in synchronisation, both of us getting up and steady at the same time. Both of us had thrown ourselves at each other wanting to get the other down.

And once again, we were thrown into a never ending fight for dominance.