Fusion

Marvel Cinematic Universe The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
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Summary
Bucky's healing process has been slow, and full of bumps in the road, but he has been making progress. Unfortunately for him, Steve (IAmNotInLoveWithBucky) Rogers and the rest of the residents of the avengers tower, Hydra has a rather large spanner to fuck the works up the ass with.
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After an intense, emotional week of running on about two hours sleep a night, this idea popped in to my head, and I'm running with it. Enjoy?
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Prologue

Blood splattered against the wall, staining the grey concrete a deep crimson, as the asset tore out a soldier’s throat. The asset’s orders had been to kill everyone not wearing Hydra insignia, and the asset did just that, tearing through every body not decorated with a red skull emblem. The asset slashed, stabbed, broke, punched and kicked, mowing through the enemy soldiers. Body after body went down, the asset operating efficiently to complete the mission. The perfect soldier. Footsteps and gunshots rang through the narrow halls, the sound bouncing through the underground maze, creating a cacophony of noise. The asset stopped breathing and stayed perfectly still, listening to the way the sound reverberated off the concrete, tracing the noise, and determining the direction of its origin.

Target found.

Commencing annihilation.

The asset moved, swift, and far to beautifully for a thing made to kill. Graceful movements carried the asset over piles of bodies already slain by the asset's own hand, down winding corridors and steep flights of stairs, towards the few living things left in the complex. As the sounds became louder and clearer, the asset rounded the final corner and ran at the soldiers, having run out of bullets long ago, and experiencing optimal efficiency in hand to hand combat, without risk of being shot by the ricochet of the bullets from the asset's own gun, bouncing off the cement walls. A knife through the throat, a smashed skull, a snapped neck. Bodies hitting the floor, cloth and flesh making muffled thumping sounds. Screaming, “too fast!”, “too strong!”. The asset advanced on the last soldier, black boots making no sound. His screaming became muffled as the asset’s hands wrapped around his face, his words garbled as his throat was closed off. The asset dropped his limp body to the ground, but not before he said his last words.

“There’s another one”.

The asset turned, stepping over his cooling body, and walked soundlessly in the direction of the stairway to the roof. Her mission was complete.

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