ELIMINATE

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I did hear the blasts from the Helicarriers while I was in the Smithsonian. But as I was in the museum, my phone blasted with stupid trends including Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. intel. This wasn't good if the public knew what I've done. I had to leave the city as soon as possible. Then something on my phone popped us that sent fear through me. It was a picture of me at the payphone from a traffic camera and below it, the text stated:

'ELIMINATE!'

"Son of a bitch." I whispered under my breath. I couldn't go home right away. Hydra found out about my treacherous deeds and now wanted me dead even after all I did for them over the years. I placed my sunglasses and hood on while holding onto my pocket knife a little tighter.

I wasted several hours at the library, a cafe, and a small pharmacy grabbing some things such as hair dye and colored contacts. It was 11:47 at night when I got home, and it seemed safe in my apartment and its perimeter. I got in the door before an extremely cold hand wrapped itself around my neck! The air in my lungs began to disappear just before I kicked the dark figure in the stomach and tried running for the door, but the figure closed it then blocked my way out. I dropped my bag then ran for the fire escape; however, its hand held onto my long braid. I shifted my weight to jump over the figure's head then slipped out my pocket knife to jab it in the figure's right shoulder. He screamed in agony as I made my way to the window. But the figure pushed my head furiously into the wall. The pain made me fall as my vision began to blur and go dark. Although just before I completely blacked out, in the dim light that shone through the window, I saw,

"Bucky..."

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