❝ we were a tragedy, and i think i liked that a little too m u c h. ❞
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"COMING up on the targets. Get ready. Ten seconds out." The driver announces gruffly, barely turning his head to look at Bucky and Anastasia.
The other Hydra men in the car didn't utter a sound to the assassins.
In unison, the two opened their doors. While Bucky climbed onto the hood, Anastasia sat on the roof. The violent wind picked up her braided hair, flipping the tail of it around. The breeze rushed into the holes of her mask, making it slightly harder to breathe properly.
The Jeep neared a small navy blue car, containing their assigned targets. Anastasia watched as Bucky launched himself, landing on the roof of the car. She then noticed the distance between the two cars, realizing the Jeep slowing down.
Winding back his robotic arm, Bucky smashed into the back left window, hauling out Jasper Sitwell seconds later.
With ease he threw him away, right in front of a passing yellow truck. Unholstering a pistol, he sat on his knees and aimed directly down. He shot three times, and Anastasia blinked in shock when the car suddenly screeched to a stop.
Bucky flew from the hood, sticking out his left arm to break the fall. Bucky flipped once, using his metal hand to stop him. He dug his fingers into the pavement and sat on his knees, creating sparks.
After a moment, he slowly looked up and unlatched his fingers. He stood, frozen in place.
Anastasia's grip tightened on the railing before she slid herself down onto the hood where Bucky previously sat. Using the edge of the hood below the windshield, she grabbed hold, waiting for the impact.
Bucky jumped into the air as the Jeep slammed into the back of the car. Bucky landed heavily onto its hood, breaking the back window in to process.
She glanced back at the driver, seeing the man in focus and continue to press on the gas pedal. The smashed cars screeched and whined down the road, receiving multiple honks from passing cars.
Bucky stood on his knees again, forcing down his metal arm into the windshield. After a second, it retracting; now with a steering wheel in his grip.
Anastasia's eyes narrowed in question, hearing a faint but forcefully "Shit!" from the inside of the car.
Just as bullets rang out from the interior of the car, Bucky jumped back to the Jeep, landing beside Anastasia.
She pulled out of the many guns strapped to her body, leaning to her right to shoot out the front tire. When the tire deflated seconds later, the chilling scream of metal against pavement belted out.
