Prompt Post 1

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Fill: And I Am Always with You, Part 10

[lauralot]

The asset's arm goes through the window the instant his feet have landed on the roof of the car, and as he pulls the body he has clamped onto out of the vehicle, he realizes it is not that of either of his targets. So he discards it into the opposite traffic before shooting through the roof. Three shots, each aimed where their heads were last resting when the Soldier had a view inside. He prepares to fire again, but the car's tires are screeching against the pavement as the driver brakes hard, throwing the asset forward.

He rolls, hand scraping even louder against the cement as he digs his fingers into the road to halt his movement. He is up again as HYDRA's jeep slams into the back of the missions' car, forcing them toward him. The asset jumps before the vehicle can strike him, flipping, hand clenching down just above the windshield. His body slams against the rooftop, boots breaking through the rear window, but the impact can be ignored.

The metal arm shatters the glass, rips the steering wheel from the interior. Either the male or female mission is firing shots from inside, and the Soldier leaps onto the hood of the Jeep, bracing his body against the windshield. The Jeep slams the car again, sends it flying. The missions are out of the vehicle, sliding down the road on the now detached passenger door. Their driver was with them, but he is now flung loose, rolling down the highway unprotected.

The Soldier crouches on the hood as the Jeep skids to a halt. One man extends an M32 and the asset takes it, fires. Steven Rogers raises his shield and the impact sends him flying off of the bridge, somewhere into the street below. Natalia Alianovna Romanov and the driver dive behind stopped cars as the other men fire. The Soldier advances, waits for visual of the mission before firing again. She vaults over the median, flipping through traffic, and when he takes a third shot, a car is sent flying over the edge right after her.

He discards the M32 and grabs the offered AR-15 with an under-slung grenade launcher, crossing to edge of the bridge, scanning for the mission below. He is taking aim at an overturned bus when a shot rings out from the street and sudden impact throws his head back.

The Soldier whirls, body slamming into a seated position against the cement guardrail of the causeway. His vision is splintered, face aching from a blow not entirely deflected. A numb hand pulls the goggles from his face. The mission

[ударила меня]

landed a shot, one that would have

[убил меня]

proved fatal if not for his protection. This has never happened before. He knows it without even remembering. He is HYDRA's perfect weapon and perfect weapons cannot be struck by enemy fire. The Soldier swallows back

[ненависть]

shock, straightens, and fires a spray of bullets into the street beneath him. The mission returns fire and he ducks, reloads, shoots again. He continues to fire as she runs, watching her retreat until it is no longer feasible that he will strike her with this gun from this distance.

"Она моя. Найти его," the asset orders, then drops from the bridge onto a car stopped below. He walks rather than runs after the mission. It is not necessary to increase his speed. She will not evade him.

When a police car approaches he blows it away before it can become a distraction. There are people running around him, away from him, and the Soldier ignores them as he cocks the grenade launcher, scanning his surroundings.

"—Repeat, civilians in perimeter—"

That is his mission's voice. His mouth twists behind the mask as he crouches, takes an explosive from his belt.

"—rendezvous two minutes—"

He lets the explosive roll toward the car his mission is hiding behind and stands, takes aim so that even if she sees the explosive and runs, it won't matter. The car bursts into fire and smoke and he turns to shield his eyes from the blast, to find the second mission, but then the female mission is there and she is kicking the gun from his hand and she is on him.

The mission's legs are dangling off his shoulders, body pinned against him, pulling at his hair, and she has a wire at his throat and the Soldier brings his hand up to keep himself from choking. He staggers back, slamming her against a car, manages the leverage to throw the mission forward, retrieves his gun. She throws something as he takes aim and it affixes to the metal arm, glowing blue, shocking him and sending

[ярость]

signals of danger from the limb to his mind. He cannot take the shot and the mission is running, and he ignores the electrical shocks stinging the weaker hand as he pries the device from his body. The metal whirs, tenses, and he clenches the fist, twists his shoulder to be sure everything is still working as he pursues.

The mission is screaming as she flees, words he doesn't bother to listen to because he is busy lining up a shot, and his mouth twists again. He fires. The mission seizes up, clutching at her shoulder, and ducks down beside a car. The asset jumps onto the hood of another vehicle, aims.

But then the second mission, the one with a shield, is charging at him from the side. The Soldier punches the shield, eyes widening as he does feel vibration through it—why did he think that was impossible, why was he thinking about it at all?—and he kicks, knowing the strike will knock him back as well and bracing for the impact. He sits back up, firing, but the mission's shield blocks the bullets.

The asset drops the AR-15, rolls across the roof of the car, and lands on his feet off of its side, pulling the Skorpion from his back in the process. He fires at Steven Rogers through the car, misses, and while he is reloading, Rogers vaults himself over the car and kicks the machine pistol from the Soldier's hand. The Soldier spins to lessen the kick's impact, grabs the SIG from his thigh holster, and fires while Rogers brings the shield up to block him again, running forward, swinging at the Soldier's face.

The metal hand grips the shield, flesh hand dropping the empty firearm and punching at Rogers. He dodges a blow, grabs Rogers's shield arm and wrenches him around, prying him loose. Rogers begins to throw punches, shield arm raised as if he still has it on him, and the Soldier's metal arm sends him flying. Behind the mask, the asset is

[ухмыляясь]

panting, adrenaline surging through his stomach as he stares at the mission over the shield. He knows he did not engage Rogers in combat during their last encounter, but there is something familiar in the way the man fights, something

[веселье]

compelling in opposing him. He sends the shield flying and it embeds itself into the back of a van as the Soldier takes out the Gerber MK II, spinning the knife in his hand. He dives at Rogers, slashing and thrusting with the blade as he parries the mission's hits. One of the man's punches lands, then a kick to the stomach, and the Soldier is flying back against the van, metal crunching behind him. Another kick before he can regain his footing, and then Rogers is punching again. The asset raises his hands to block, strike, and Rogers grabs him, spins him in a

[танец]

motion that sends him crashing into the pavement, but then he is back up and the stronger hand is around the mission's throat. He could crush his throat now, he knows that he could, but he

[хочет играть]

throws Rogers back and over a truck, leaping onto the hood, shaking with

[восторг]

adrenaline as he jumps down, fist shattering the blacktop where Rogers's head had just been. The mission stands as he does, and then they are simultaneously blocking and trading blows until the Soldier retrieves his knife again, this time holding it in his stronger hand. He kicks Rogers, stabs, and the man manages to stop the blade, but the arm pushes hard, slipping into the vehicle behind the mission, slicing in one long strip as the asset moves, trying to pull free and slash again at the man's face.

The mission ducks, grabs the Soldier's arms and back, and he is airborne, then striking the ground, and when he comes back up, Rogers has the shield again, and with it, he blocks a punch, a slash, but a second punch and a kick land. He moves to strike a third time, but the mission grabs the metal wrist, slams the shield against the arm, cracking it—danger—and then his arm twists and the shield strikes the Soldier's face.

He is disoriented, unable to react when the mission's hand is on his mask, flipping him, and the mask is off as he goes flying, a sudden rush of air hitting a face no longer smiling. He rolls into a landing, dazed, pulling himself back up. It occurs to him, glancing at the damage to the arm, that this man could destroy him, given the opportunity. He cannot let the mission have that chance, no matter the odd sensation that accompanies a fight with him.

When he turns back, the mission's face gives him pause.

He doesn't remember the name for the emotion Rogers is displaying, but he sees no reason for it to be on the man's features at all. Is this a feint? An attempt to make him turn around and—

"Bucky?" the mission says.

The Soldier feels something like

[кровотечение в снегу]

ice, shrugs it off. A trick. It will fail.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" he asks without meaning to speak. He doesn't wait for an answer, taking aim.

There is a scream and a blow from behind, and as he is rolling he sees the missions' driver. With wings. He doesn't understand that, but he has regained his footing and the gun is in his hand and Rogers is in his line of sight, an easy shot and—

[I AM]

It is a scream inside his head and he freezes.

[I AM I'M BUCKY I'M ALIVE]

He falters, forces himself to take aim, to ignore the screaming.

It takes him a moment to understand that the street exploding around him is really happening, and not a continuation of the chaos in his head. The female mission has retrieved his AR-15 and fired and everything is going to pieces

[I'M ALIVE I'M A PERSON HE KNEW ME I'M BUCKY]

and he can't breathe, can't focus, can't raise the gun in his hand and he flees, eyes wide, heart racing. HYDRA will kill him for this, they will put him down with a bullet between the eyes and he will deserve it, he is a failure, he is

[ALIVE]

running and gasping and he cannot stop either one.