"Well, well. Look at you. All grown up and killing people all by your little lonesome." I smirk, the cold metal pressed against my cheek and the sound of a bullet loading into the chamber echoing around in my skull. "Not just anyone, James." She smiles, her lips a blood red shade. "Well then." I say, reaching up and touching her hand, pushing it harder against my face. "Shoot me. Or, you could grant me one last wish."
"You have a death wish?" She scoffs, her finger hovering over the trigger. "Doesn't everyone?" I muse, taking a step closer and staring into round colorful hues. "I know what yours is, can you guess mine?" For the briefest of moments she looks caught off guard, and that's all I need.
It's a mess of hands and arms and a single shot goes off before I'm aiming the gun over her, my body pinning hers to the ground. "Never let your guard down, моя балериной." I smirk, frustration and anger written across that lovely face of hers before she is grinning. "And you shouldn't either, мой солдат. It appears that I've won."
My smile fades as I glance down, blood dripping down the hole in my waist and onto the woman's chest. "How-" "I learned from the very best." She smiles, running a nail across my cheek. "But since I do know what your wish is, you shall have it." Leaning up, her lips collide with mine in a wave of pain and euphoria. Shoving my body away as I collapse to the ground, the woman sighs. "Well. I suppose this is when you would say, mission accomplished." She smirks, sauntering off as the world grows dark around me.
[ ca: civil war ]
I’m actually probably gonna change
the filter again bc I kinda already
don’t like this filter 😂❤️
school sucks and i already just
want summer break. it’s too early
to already hate everything about
the school year.
q: what grade are you in? 👑
Standing outside the two large doors leading into the common room, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I've been here many times. I've spent the night passed out on the couches, and I've had movie nights with Sam, Steve, and Nat here.
But standing outside the doors, awaiting my fate is almost more then I can bare. What if they question me. What do I say?
Oh sure, I'm better. I can't remember how I got beaten up last night, or if I hurt anybody. And truthfully I didn't even remember I was supposed to be here today. But yeah, I'm all better.
Scowling at my hands, I can feel my mind swimming, my heart running laps in my chest. Sweat gathers on my forehead as the doors swing open and I'm making my way inside. I'm so paranoid of making a fool of myself. Of them not trusting me.
What was this meeting for?
Why am I so freaked out?
I can hardly breathe.
Steve is smiling at me, as is Nat.
Why does Tony look so critical?
Swallowing thickly I walk in the rest of the way and stand stoic, my vision blurring at the edges.
Sam's voice echoes all around me and I visibly wince.
"You okay, pal?"
Steve questions, my head nodding for me.
Why would he ask that?
"I still don't agree with this."
Stark mutters, Pepper nudging him before offering a dirty look.
"Alright, Barnes. Go ahead."
He sighs, my eyes darting around the group in a blind panic.
Clint is absorbed in his arrows.
Rhodey is on his phone.
Wanda has her eyes glued to me.
Scott and Peter sit with large grins.
She looks worried. Can she tell how desperate I am to be out of here? Can she sense the way air is barely entering my lungs?
Blinking slowly, my eyes rest on the redhead again.
Why is she here?
Where am I?
My mouth is dry.
My head is splitting.
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
Where are my words?
My eyes dance around the room, desperately looking for anything that will tell me what I'm doing, where I need to go.
Who is Bucky?"
Nothing is making sense.
My world is collapsing.
I only know one thing.
I need out.
Turning, I bolt from the room, people shouting after me as I run, confusion and panic rips through my veins.
Who am I?