Black Blade
His eyes flew open and his left arm struck out and hit the clock, breaking it into pieces. He sat up and shivered, his whole body was soaked in sweat. He had just had another night terror, this one was worst than the others he usually had. He wishes he could stop all the night terrors, they hurt him. They felt like they were real, but he knew it wasn't, right?
Bucky could barely catch his breath, his heart continued to pound hard in his chest, he curled his hands into fists. Anger surged through him, it gave him the urge to punch, he couldn't ignore it. Bucky lunged up off of the bed and his right arm struck the wall. It made a banging noise and he felt his knuckle crack, or maybe that was the wall, when he pulled his hand away there was a crack on the wall were he had just punched.
His knuckle also bled a bit and it hurt, he probably broke his hand. He didn't care, at least the urge was gone, a bit. Then Bucky gasped in pain, he remembered his arm was broke, it has been a couple of weeks, but it wasn't completely healed. Bucky hadn't gone to the doctor to fix it, he had just put it down on a flat rock and then hit his metal arm on it, popping it back into place. It didn't work out and it was bent in a slightly weird way, he didn't care as long as he could use it. Bucky grunted and pulled his arm close to his body, he needed to leave soon. He didn't like staying in one place too long. Bucky sat down on the bed and squeezed his arm closer to his chest, he needed more sleep so he could heal. Bucky laid down and put his head on the pillow, he was angry, confused and lost. He needed some help, he couldn't just keep running. Sooner or later people would catch up to him, Bucky sighed and loosened the grip on his arm as he drifted back to sleep.
"Barnes, Sergeant Barnes."
Bucky heard his name being called, he opened his eyes and looked up, a few German scientist were there. And then there was Ahl-Gharha, Arabic terrorist. After that stuff happened with him and Steve Rogers, Ahl-Gharha found him and took him to his lab to continue to work with him, they were going to try to get Captain America a few more times.
Bucky didn't mind, he didn't really care what he did as long as he got a gun and his mask and a few names. He was ready to kill and he would kill anyone they wanted him too. Bucky realised that he was strapped down to a chair and they were upgrading his metal arm, he needed it and he was grateful for it, then he blinked. Wasn't he in a hotel room? He tensed up very slightly then he relaxed, he was strapped down to the Dream Stimulator, they put him in a situation to see how he'd act.
Ahl-Gharha looked Bucky in the eyes, The Winter Soldier's eyes were some where else, then his cool blue eyes shifted over to Ahl-Gharha, the Arabic man wasn't exactly what you would call Arabic. He was pale white, had dark hazel eyes and his hair was a bit blonde in color. He had a thin beard going from his side burns all the was to his chin and went over the top of his lips. He was tall and skinny, but surprisingly strong, Ahl-Gharha had an Australian accent, which made Bucky wonder. He had no idea what Ahl-Gharha's first name was, or his real name because it was sorta obvious that he was lying to him Then he spoke, "I have a mission for you Barnes."
"Name it." Bucky replied with a cold edge to his tone, he continued to look into Ahl-Gharha's eyes, then he looked away from him, looking at the far wall and zoning out while listening to him. "I need you to bring me her," Ahl-Gharha said as he walked away, a second later he came back and set the files in his lap.
Bucky looked down and moved his metal arm a bit as the German scientists walked away, before one of them left the room completely, he pressed a button on the wall and the straps went off of Bucky's arms and he flexed them. He looked up at Ahl-Gharha then picked up the files and opened them, there was a woman on a picture, he saw sword holsters on her back with both in them, she wore a mask like Bucky's mask, but this one went more over her mouth and up over her nose, and it looked like it wasn't made out of rubber. She wore a black suit that looked like a one piece, maybe it was made out of leather? What ever it was, it looked tight.
She had black hair with dark brown eyes and her skin color was a dark brown. He flipped the page and there was a name, Black Blade. Assassin, deadly and fast, never been caught and was wanted for over three dozen assassinations.
Bucky frowned, after that there was nothing else about except where she was last seen, Chicago, Illinois. "Alright, when do I start?" Bucky asked as he closed the files and gave them back to him. "In a few months when we get more intell on her. For now rest," he said as he took the files from Bucky and walked out, the German scientists walked back in and handcuffed Bucky with very strong cuffs, he clenched his hand but got up and followed them back to the room, they uncuffed him and he took his shirt off and backed up into the tube.
They shut the doors to it and then everything slowed down as he was put on ice, then his eyes slowly closed and everything went black.
"Hey Steve?"
Steve looked up from cleaning his shield, "Yes Natasha?" "You really need to start locking your door," Natasha said as she turned around and shut the door, her arms were full of grocery bags. When Natasha turned back around to look at Steve, he was right there in front of her. Steve smiled down at her and took a couple bags, "I left the door unlocked for you." Then he turned and walked to the kitchen with Natasha following him, "So when are we going to start looking for you-know-who?" Steve rubbed his eyes, "A few days, although no one has seen the Winter Soldier in a while..." Natasha scowled lightly, "I'm sorry Steve."
"We'll find him," he said as he pulled away from Natasha's arms as she tried to hug him, Natasha's eyes softened as Steve went over to the couch, he was feeling all sorts of things, pain, anger and fear. Fear for Bucky, fear for him that he wouldn't remember Steve and try to kill him. Steve looked up at Natasha, she gave him a small smile, "Your right, we will find him, and we will help him." Natasha said as she walked over to Steve. He smiled, she was right, they'll find him and help him. The two of them will rehabilitate Bucky, and everything will be okay..
"Are you going to help me put up your groceries? Or do I have to do it myself?" Natasha said with a smile, Steve smiled back and followed her into the kitchen and started to take out food.
"Mouth wash, tooth paste. A new tooth brush?" Steve said as he pulled all those out, Natasha nodded, "Yeah, I figured you needed some more of that stuff." "Not a new tooth brush." Steve said as he put both of his fists on the counter top and lean over a bit to look at Natasha. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him her little smirk, "Remember when you broke the tooth brush yesterday?" Steve smiled, "Oh yeah, well thanks Natasha."
"Anytime Steve," she said as she put the bag of grapes into Steve's fridge.
Steve grabbed the month wash and other things and took them to his room, sure his apartment was small, but the two of them could make it work. His room was the bigger one about the size of a normal sized room, it was supposed to be the master bedroom, the closet was a good size and so was the bathroom. He barely had anything in his room, just a dresser and a night stand.
Plus a lamp and his shield leaning on the wall beside the door. After the helicarriers crashed, he and Natasha searched for his shield in the water, and found it. Steve had also managed to get his other shield, his grey, blue and brown shield, that was in his closet with his newer suit. The one from the 40s was in his dresser.
Steve walked into his bathroom and put the stuff on the counter top, he couldn't believe that he broke his tooth brush for the second time, and this time it probably wasn't going to go back together. He bent down and grabbed the blue tooth brush, it broke in half as soon as he picked it up, "Super glue my-,"
"Steve!" Natasha yelled, cutting him off from cursing. Steve threw the toothbrush down and ran out grabbing his shield by the door, he ran into the kitchen looking for Natasha, "Natasha? Where are you?" Steve asked as he looked around.
Then Natasha raised up from behind the counter, "What?" She asked, she walked over to the trash can and put some glass in it, "You yelled." Steve said as he raised his shield up a bit. "Sorry, I dropped a glass." Steve sighed, "Really Natasha? I thought something got you." "Well, if something did try to get me, I could've handled it." Steve sighed and turned around to put his shield up, it wasn't worth fighting with Natasha.
LATER THE SAME NIGHT (Two o'clock in the morning)
Steve groaned as he sat up in his bed, he looked around his room. Steve could've swore he heard something in his room, it sounded like someone had left his room when he woke up. Steve pulled the covers off of his body, he put his feet on the floor and stood up, he checked to make sure his shield was there, it was. Then he heard something knock over, he knew that sound was real, Steve grabbed his shield and opened the door quietly. He decided he shouldn't wake up Natasha, Steve crept down the hall way, stopping to listen for a little bit. There was soft foot steps in his kitchen, Steve backed up to Natasha's room to check on her, he opened the door quietly and looked in, Natasha was still in her bed. Steve closed the door then went out and into the living room, there was a latter pointed at the ceiling, although no one was on it, Steve snuck a little closer, it led up into an attic, he didn't know he had an attic. Steve crept a little closer to see who was up there, he heard moving around up there, so he decided to go up there. He climbed the latter slowly, being careful, whoever was up there could be dangerous, Steve got up there and saw a black figure in the dark, bending over something, it seemed to be a female. Steve saw there was two swords on her back, one of which was drawn and was being held in her hand, he decided he wasn't going to take any chances.
He jerked his arm back then threw his shield at her, it hit her back and she fell forward, but managed to grab what she needed. The woman went through the wall and fell to the ground bellow, it was a three story drop, what she had grabbed looked like a small box. Steve rushed to the hole, and looked down, the woman was sprawled on the ground, every bone in her body probably broke. The box that she was carrying was now broke into pieces and Steve could see the barrel of a gun. Steve's shield was also down there, so he jumped down, but landed on the fire escape.
He looked down at the body and grimaced slightly, the sight was gruesome, luckily he didn't have a weak stomach, Steve got down there and picked up his shield. He went over to the box and picked it up and pulled out the gun, it was a grey colored revolver with a devils star on the grip of the gun with a paw print in the middle of it, the paw had claws on it like a wolf. He checked the bullets, Steve pulled one out and it was revealed to be all silver. Then the gun was kicked up into the air and he dropped the silver bullet as a kick was delivered to his abdomen. Then to his chest and he was sent flying back, Steve quickly raised up to see who his attacker was, shock flooded his body. It was the woman he had just killed. Her arm was bent at a weird angle, then he heard cracking noises as he watched in horror at her arm moving itself back into place, she bent down and grabbed the gun and silver bullet. The mask she wore only revealed her eyes, they glowed a red, silver and brown color, her skin was a dark brown and her hair was long and black. She wore gloves as well, then she went over to her sword and picked it up, putting it back into her sword holster.
Steve's instinct was to throw his shield and he did, but she spun out of the way and looked back at Steve before running off. Steve sat there on the ground, a bit shocked at what just happened. The gun that was in that box is what she wanted, but why did she want it? Maybe he could figure everything out in the morning, he hoped he didn't wake Natasha up. Steve got up and grabbed his shield, then he looked up at the hole in the building. Crap, now he was going to have to pay for that and he didn't have as much money. Maybe Natasha would help. Steve mentality punched himself, he needed to stop thinking, this night was weird and he just need to get some shut eye.
Steve woke to the smell of coffee and eggs, he sat up and pulled the covers off, Steve walked out of his room and went to the kitchen. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the kitchen, it took him a bit, but he made the hole in the ceiling go away, finding the hidden door to the attic and tossing the latter out. Natasha looked at him with crossed arms.
Steve frowned, what did he do this time, "What?" He said in a groaning voice, he was still tired from last night and his abdomen would not stop aching. Natasha's eyes softened as she walked over to him with a coffee mug in her hands, she gave it to him, "You look tired," Steve took the coffee and sipped it, "I know, thank you by the way." Natasha ignored the thanks, "I'm making eggs and bacon with a biscuit, if you want some."
"Yes, thank you." Natasha still said nothing. Good thing he remember to fix the lamp that had been knocked over, Steve walked over to the couch and sat down. His mind went back to last night, how did she get in? And what did that symbol mean? What was she? He hasn't seen anything that could heal themselves and come back from the dead. Steve took a long drink of the coffee, deep in thought.
Then he tasted something rustic in the coffee, he sputtered and pulled the cup away from his lips, on the rim of the coffee cup was blood, a dark ish colored blood. Steve opened his mouth as he set it down, the taste of blood stated to fill up in his mouth, he spit it out and onto the carpet. Then he started to choke on it, the blood taste was awful. His hands flew to his neck in a desperate attempt to save himself from suffocating, Steve fell back and landed on his back as darkness clouded his vision, the last thing he heard was Natasha scream his name.
Steve blinked a little bit, what met his eyes was a bright light. The super soldier grunted as he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light. Then the room went dark and Steve could see properly, his head hurt. He looked to the left to see Natasha walk over to him and put a hand on his hand. "Your okay Steve," "Where am I?" He asked as he looked into her eyes. She smiled weakly, "Your in the hospital, your lung was punctured by your rib, wanna tell me how that happened?" She asked him gently. "How long?" "How long what?" Natasha asked, "How long was I in here?" Steve asked urgently as he tried to push himself up in a sitting position. Natasha gently pushed him back down, "Two days, unconscious." She said quietly, Steve's mouth opened. Natasha looked up, "Steve, how did your rib break?" "Three days ago," Steve said, deciding that not telling her was worse, "it was two in the morning and I heard a noise." Then Steve continued the story until the part where he woke up in the hospital. Natasha gave Steve a baffled look, she opened her mouth to speak. "I don't know who she is and how she came back alive." He said with a defeating sigh, honestly, he was the one who was confused and wanted answers. "I don't know."