It felt like being a passenger in your own body. As you advanced on your target, your body moved on its own instinct. Lucky for him, the target ducked as you swung the combat knife at his head, following with a series of attacks blocked by his shield. This man was your enemy. The doctor told you so, and you would obliterate him for it. The voice biting through your head wouldn’t stop.
Attack, attack, attack, attack, attack.
There was no choice. You did as the voice told you, hitting him and working to get the knife in a place where it’d kill him. It happened that way, attack after attack after attack. How strange it seemed, that this was hurting you more than it seemed to be hurting your opponent; though he did look quite pained.
“(F/n)!” The target cried. His voice was desperate. You wondered who he was calling for. Though the thought didn’t last long, because a jolt of pain penetrated your arm as he broke it with that shield. Just like always, the appendage began to glow blue and slowly mended itself. A power from the hope, the doctor said. With a final grunt, you heaved your blade into his shoulder, twisting it until he shouted in pain.
The force of your hit knocked him into the ground. A miniscule stream of blood trailed out of his shoulder and onto that shield he wielded so pridefully.
“(F/n), please listen to me. You’re not like this,” the target was saying. “Don’t let them do this to you!”
You weren’t listening, instead dutifully preparing to end this man’s life. Just like Doctor Lounze told you to. There was no choice. You had no choice, no matter how much your gut told you this was wrong. This was your task. As you raised the knife, you were suddenly pulled off of your target as if you were nothing more than a paperweight. The knife was knocked out of your hand, and you realized you had to kill this one too.
However, for some reason, your body wasn’t cooperating. You had to move, you had to fight. Something in you knew that if you failed, the doctors would never let you be safe again.
The enemy suddenly whirled you around, hastily seizing you by your shoulders. The blue sparks ignited at your fingers, but immediately ceased as you were trapped in a pair of familiar, horror-stricken eyes.
Things began to connect then, things you didn’t even know had un-connected.
Oh my god.
What had you done?!
Everything came back, all the horror with it. Everything. From the moment they dragged you away, to the moment your own father made you a monster, to the moment you stabbed Steve in the shoulder. Every bit of pain, every scream, every scar. They made you believe that you would never see Bucky again... and it was all because of you...
No. It wasn’t your fault. It was his. The man who called himself your father.
The HYDRA soldiers were gathering together now. They were trying to kill Steve, and Natasha, and Tony. They were trying to kill your family.
What you released just then wasn’t in your control. It was all the rage, all the pain and loss knowing that they’d lied; Bucky had come for you like the hero he denied being. In a flash of blue, half the base was crumbling, as well as whatever weak soldiers they had left.
“(F/n).” Desperate, loving hands gripped your shoulders as you were turned to gaze into a pair of forlorn blue eyes. “Look at me. It’s okay. We’re taking you home.”
Yet in those few moments where everything seemed to be okay again, a horrible pain seared into your chest. Your heart fluttered wildly against your ribcage, driving you into a spinning world of gray.
She was alive; dear god, she was alive.
That was enough. After weeks and weeks of torment, not knowing if he had been blade on her guillotine, this was enough. For days, he’d been sizing up the base to see if there was any way to penetrate the walls, but no solutions came- until the organization whom he once tried to destroy came to help. She almost hadn’t remembered. And if she hadn’t, each person who dared touch her in his absence would suffer a fate worse than death at the hands of the Winter Soldier himself.
Bucky wasted no time in tucking her safely into his arms. She were injured; that much was clear. Right after that deadly blue release had come from her body, she’d fainted.
The injuries could be dealt with later. The only thing that mattered was getting her home safe. For now, she was- all thanks to Steve.
For a split second, the two shared a look. A look of silent apology and reconciliation that could be settled later. Today would be the day that they fought on the same team; just like in the good old days. All because of the gentle-hearted scientist, their fates had become entwined once again, and that’s why Steve owed her everything. She was the one who brought his best friend back.
And now... the HYDRA bastards would pay their due.