Parallels『𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜』

Chapter Four ♡︎

You were thrown into a large room, and the old iron door was slammed shut. There was a man in the corner, his head was hung low, and when you took a few steps towards him he looked up, “Y/N,” he said, you looked at him in confusion, “That’s your name, you asked me to tell you, you didn’t want to forget it,” you didn’t remember that. Then again you didn’t even know if he was telling the truth. Whoever he was. 

“Who are you?” you asked him, he sighed a little, leaning his head back against the wall. He had greasy, brown hair that hung around his face. His eyes were a piercing blue, and were as intimidating as they were beautiful. He chuckled a little, “So I’m Y/N, and you’re the random person who knew my name?” 

He laughed, “What makes you think I know my name if you don’t know yours,” 

You sat down next to him on the floor, “What is this place?” you asked, looking at the paint chipped walls and the worn down floors. There was hardly anything in this room. No windows, only a small door. 

The man shifted uncomfortably, “A shithole,” he responded, “Utter hell,” you raised your eyebrows, “I know what you’re thinking, quite the statement. But you’ll see, just wait,” you nodded, and he looked back at the floor. Both of you had your backs to opposite walls, but were facing each other. He’d clearly endured Hell. Hell that you weren’t looking forward to. 

Yet you didn’t have any time to think about it, because the door was flung open once again. Two pieces of material were thrown onto the floor by a guard, and you noticed the man tense. “Миссия,” he stated, which you translated to ‘Mission’. Weird, you didn’t remember knowing Russian. You looked at the guard, and then at the man. He stood up and grabbed his suit. And then you picked yours up too, but the guard grabbed you by the wrist. You were pulled out of the room. The iron door was slammed shut leaving the man alone, and you felt sorry for him. To be alone for so long, all the time. It would break your heart. 

You were pushed into another room, full of weapons. “Take your pick,” said the guard, this time in English. He switched between languages so quickly. You looked at the different knives, guns and bombs. Some were huge, bigger than you could probably carry. But you had no idea what a mission would entail. So you picked up a few of each. “Good,” he said, “You learn quickly,” you nodded. 

He shut the door as he walked alone. And you were left alone in the dark room. You quickly pulled on your suit, it was an all black tight fitting suit. With a dark red belt, jacket and mask. You tied your hair back into a ponytail, and adjusted the weapons you’d picked out onto your belt. Opening the door, you spotted the man again standing next to two guards. You made your way over, and one guard grabbed your arm sharply. 

Both of you made your way to a van, and were thrown in the back. “What should I call you?” you asked him, as the van started to move. Anything to distract yourself. 

“I don’t mind,” he said, “I remember Buck? Is that a name?”

You laughed, “As if I would know,” 

The van stopped suddenly, and you went flying. Buck grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into him to avoid hitting the side of the van. “First injury may as well be on a mission,” he whispered, you shuddered. You were nervous. Maybe this was normal for him, he seemed calm. “You’ll be okay, I’ll protect you,” 

You nodded as the doors to the van were flung open. Buck placed his mask over his face, along with his goggles. You placed your mask over your face too, and stepped out of the van following Buck. The guards were speaking Russian to him, and he was nodding. You stepped behind him, and when they finished speaking they walked away, getting in the van and driving off again. “Stay close,” said Buck, “We have two targets, take them out, we go home,” 

He sounded so normal saying that. 

Just kill them. 

That’s it. 

[TW: this is graphically detailed about the mission. Please don’t read if this is triggering for you]

Buck walked into the building, and you followed. It looked fancy. “Keep your eye out for cameras,” he said, “And stay away from them,” you looked over to see a camera. And stayed flat along the wall as you walked into the building. 

There was a shit tonne of security guards. Buck pulled you to the side, and into a small room. It was full of the security camera screens. There was an old man watching them. You watched as Buck took a knife out of his pocket, and held his wrist. Pleading with your eyes for him not to do it. He was innocent after all. Buck looked back at you, his eyes were empty and cold. Like he was just ordered to kill, and that’s all he did. You looked away as he walked slowly towards the man. 

It was all silent until you heard the slash of a knife against flesh. A tear rolled down your cheek and behind your mask. You looked back at Bucky who wiped the blood from his knife with his sleeve. The man’s body lay lifeless in a pool of blood. A slash across his neck. You bit back a gasp. Buck pulled the wires connecting the cameras, “Come on,” he said.

Following him out the room, you walked past the guards with their back to you. How naive they were. You both walked up the empty stairs, but you noticed something. Pulling Buck by his arm, you pointed to a meeting room full of wealthy old business men. “The suspects are in there aren't they,” you asked. He stormed towards the room. His boots made a loud echo on the floor. The guards would notice it, you could tell. 

He stood outside the door, and you stood on the opposite facing wall. You could see the guards looking around. You felt Buck pull a knife out your belt and hand it to you. As you took it from him your hands shook. “I’m gonna go in, and get the targets,” he said, “You guard the door, and take out anyone who makes a scene, okay?” 

“I can’t, I can’t do this,” you whispered, your voice breaking, “They’re innocent people,” 

Buck looked you straight in the eye, “It’s not fair,” he said, “But we have to, complete the mission, we go home, we sleep, we don’t think about it again,” you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. 

You turned to face them as Buck slipped inside the meeting room. The door was locked behind him. And you could hear a quick gunshot already. A guard came running. He stopped when he saw you. Stood outside the door holding up a gun, with many weapons in your belt. You pointed the gun at him, and he stepped back. Pull the trigger. You couldn’t. You couldn’t do it. Pull the trigger. He would tell. Pull the trigger. 

You pulled the trigger, and watched as the bullet shot straight through the guard. He collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from the wound in his chest. Everything started to go blurry around you as you dropped the gun to the floor. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, but it was only in your head. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you stumbled back. 

Buck caught you as he came out of the meeting room. Everyone inside was dead. There were no witnesses as long as you two got out quickly. He took in the dead guard and the gun. Maybe it was too much to quick. You had been good. You were so young, and could do so much better. But now you were plagued. The darkness of hydra ran through your blood and through your veins. It would take over you. 

No longer Y/N Y/L/N

The Winter’s Angel. 

Dark. Unforgiving. Cold. 

Authors Note: Would like to apologise for accidentally posting this to the wrong book. But its here now. Im so stupid im sorry 😭