Chapitre 12: Bad News
Steve came into my room, a distressed look on his face. "I have some...bad news." He said with a sigh as walked towards me.
Steve's expression was serious. Too serious. Whatever happened was not going to be good at all. "What happened?" I asked, holding my breath.
"He got kidnapped...Dr. Robinson." Steve bit his lip. "That was this morning. We found him today at an abandoned warehouse..."
"Is he okay?" I asked. Realization hit me in the face. "It was H.Y.D.R.A. wasn't it?"
"They killed him before we got there. We found him...dead." Tears pricked Steve's eyes as he took a deep breath.
"Oh my god..." I whispered and looked at Steve with pity. "I'm so sorry."
He shrugged. "Can't save everyone..." he said mostly to himself rather than towards me. "We need to stop this Buck.."
"We?" I scoffed. Was he really that stupid to think I would go with him? "Sorry buddy but I'm not going to get myself back into the same mess I was in for 70 years. Don't you get it? H.Y.D.R.A. took Bucky Barnes and killed him. Ripped him to shreds and turned him into me. They tortured me and beat me until there was nothing left but broken pieces to put back together and make a monster. That's what they do to you. They take away everything from you and turn you into something horrible. You want that...be my guest." I snapped.
He had kept bringing up going back to the base to stop the remaining H.Y.D.R.A. workers left...I don't know why he would keep asking me. Did he think I was all of a sudden better enough to go? Well...I definitely wasn't. And even if I was, I wasn't going back.
"I am trying to get free of them don't you get that?! I have been for a year now and they are still in my head! I am trying to get better! I swear to God Steve if I hear one more word about going back I will throw your sorry ass out that window." I ran my hand through my hair, gripping it tightly.
Steve said nothing, he was looking at the floor, his teeth clenched. "Buck I'm sorry...I really am. I just thought maybe it would be good because then you could redeem yourself in a sense. Helping people and saving yourself at the same time if that makes sense." He frowned. "I'm really sorry...I should go."
"Yeah you should." I muttered under my breath and said nothing else, hearing his footsteps as he left the room.
Was I to harsh on him?
I tried shrugging it off and laid in my bed for the rest of the day, trying to process everything. H.Y.D.R.A. won't stop. They are coming and I needed to prepare. I stood up, walking to the kitchen, I opened one of the drawers and grabbed my pistol, taking it with me to my room. I had to be ready if they came for me or Natasha or Steve. I took the pistol and put it under my pillow.
I heard my phone buzz and I took the pills I need to take, the pills made me super tired and I ended up falling fast asleep.
When I woke up, Natasha had just come back, she was laying down beside me, her back facing me.
"Natasha." I whispered. "Are you awake?"
She turned around, her face gave off an annoyed expression. "I am now."
"I missed you." I smiled and kissed her forehead.
She rolled her eyes playfully. "I was only gone for a few hours you dork."
"I know but it felt like forever." I gave an exasperated sigh. "Did Steve tell you anything..?"
Natasha nodded, her smile fading. "He wants to make it up to you. He feels horrible...and Dr. Robinson...I can't believe something like that would happen."
"We need to be more careful." I said upon remembering the pistol. "It'll get better...once H.Y.D.R.A. realizes that they can't get me back they'll stop. Hopefully. I won't let anything happen to us."
"I know you won't." She sighed and gave me a quick kiss. "Get some sleep."
"Okay." I turned around, and soon fell back asleep.
The days passed, I hid weapons around the apartment, ready for any 'attack' that would be thrown at me.
Natasha thought I was being a little paranoid but I just ignored her. Steve actually agreed with me and he kept his shield by him at all times.
I actually felt confident that H.Y.D.R.A. wouldn't stand a chance against the three of us.
Two super soldiers and a former master assassin?
We would be okay...
Right?
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