Rogers Legacy - Bucky Barnes

Part Twenty-Eight

Zemos footsteps stopped. I peered around the barricade again. I couldn't see him, only both boys on the floor still, bleeding. Sam was on his back, Bucky on his stomach, spitting out blood still.

Something inside me boiled. I couldn't just stay there. I couldn't run. I took another look at Bucky and felt that fire in my stomach like when I was arguing with Sharon; I wanted to scream or throw up.

I thought quickly and decided that I had to take a really weird, may-not-work chance....but I had to try.

I took in a deep breath, sliding my fingers into the bullet wound and feeling for the bullet. Blood pooled out quicker down my stomach, thigh and onto the stone slabs I was sitting on. My nerves shocked all over my body but I held in my screams, tears streaming down my cheeks from the pain. I finally found it, pinching it between my thumb and finger, pulling it out carefully but as quick as I could.

I held onto it tightly while focusing on the energy from the bullet leaving the gun; the power behind that shot. I thought about the pain when it hit me, how it felt when it teared through my skin and lodged down.

This time it all felt different. My heart hurt as I focused on the energy, but I could feel it filling me up in a way I and never felt before, so I didn't want to stop. Something took over my body and I couldn't let go of the bullet.

My mind spinning with all the feelings over the passed few months; finding out grandpa died, someone trying to kill me, finding Sharon, her betrayal, Sam being the one that would listen to everything going on in my head, like the brother I always wished I had.

And then Bucky.

Bucky flashed in my mind. His deep blue eyes sparkling when he looked at me for the first time. The way his lips curled into a small smile whenever he thought I wasn't looking, peeking over to him slightly. The way his body felt against mine, with and without clothes. The smoothness of his shoulder scars, how whenever I touched them he tensed up. And now his face bloody and beaten because of me.

I didn't have to be here. I could have ignored those words from grandpa. I could have left them both alone and let them live their lives. But no. I had to be so stupid and immature, holding onto a grandfather that felt more like my father than my own father did. A guy that kicked me to a different country the first second he got because .... he didn't want to deal with me? Deal with my powers? Deal with the fact I was some hybrid that was never actually wanted. My own mother left me. My father didn't want me. Why would he!? I wasn't loved.

Tears streamed down my face. I squeezed my eyes closed to push all tears pooling in them out and looked hard at the mirror opposite; my eyes were glowing red. My one hand was still holding the bulletin, blood streaks down my arm, but the other was holding onto my wound. I blinked and my eyes returned to normal. I looked down and my wound was fixed. There was no hole, no blood. Not even a scar.

I opened my hand and the bullet was no longer there. I looked around the floor but couldn't see it anywhere....

Zemo kicked the barricade away and pointed the gun at me. He went to shoot but nothing happened. He looked at me confused.

Sam had made it over to Bucky, both leaning up against the wall, trying to stand but pain covered their faces every time they tried.

I stood up and looked over to the boys one last time. My blood boiled. I was mad at my grandfather. At Zemo. But more at myself.

I slinked my hands together, forming a red orb between them and staring at Zemo. I continued to form the red orb between my hands, Zemo stood there as if he couldn't move. I didn't want him to move.... was I doing that?

"How dare you hurt them." I spat at Zemo, "how dare you take everyone from me!" I screamed. "It was you all along. You killed them all." Tears streamed down my face again and I was unable to stop them.

"Super soldiers are dangerous." Zemo simply said.

"Only because you made us dangerous. I don't want to hurt anyone. My brother was 16.... SIXTEEN!!!" I screamed, and as I did the orb glowed a brighter red, "he had done nothing. He hadn't even lived yet and you STOLE HIM AWAY FROM ME!"

"Mallory," Sam's calm voice came from my left. "Please, Mallory. Look at me."

I shook my head, keeping my eyes fixed on Zemo, "he destroyed everything around me."

"We're still here." Sam's voice didn't alter, it was as calm as it ever was. "We're not going anywhere. I promise."

I wanted to turn to them, but I couldn't bring my body to do it.

"We can't be there if you kill him." Sam sighed.

"My family's gone." I sobbed, the red orb was easy the size of a football between my hands now, but it was not getting smaller or bigger. "They're all gone. I have no one."

"You have us." Buckys voice was soft but he stuttered slightly, nervous at what may happen next. He didn't want Mallory to kill Zemo. He didn't want her to live with that memory; it would eat her up inside.

I took a deep breath in and calmed down slightly. But the orb didn't change size. I didn't want it to. The colour faded slightly to a dull orange, and that was when I finally let it go, pushing it with all the energy I had left inside to Zemo.

"Mallory!" Sam shouted.

"No!" Bucky shouted over Sam.

Zemo flew backwards and through a wall, falling down the cellar steps and hitting the stone floor at the bottom.

I was shattered. I couldn't stand any longer. My legs gave way and I fell backwards, but I didn't hit the floor. Buckys strong arms wrapped around me, stopping my fall before I hit the hard stones.

Bucky looked into my eyes with sorrow. "I didn't kill him. I promise." I smiled at him weakly and his face softened into a small smile.

"As long as you promise."