𝐻𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎

Part Three

Trigger Warning: Violence, Blood, cursing, etc will be making an appearance in this chapter.

Time skip
Landed in Bucharest, Romania.

Trying to keep a low profile by wearing a baseball cap and gloves to conceal his identity. I watch him through the sniper rifle's scope, as he makes his way through the crowded street market. He stops at a fruit stall smiling at the merchant while placing plums in a plastic bag.

He hands the merchant cash and turns around making eye contact with a local holding a newspaper.

He begins running throwing the bag of plums behind him, I begin chasing after him through a narrow alleyway.

Catching up to him and pushing him harshly against a brick wall, my metal hand tightens around his throat. His eyes widen in fear as I lift him off the ground slowly, his legs thrashing in the air.

Kicking me in the ribs with all of his strength, I let him drop to the cement ground gasping for air. I pull out the 9mm pistol from my holster switching the safety off and aiming the pistol at him, my finger hovering over the trigger.

The pistol falls from my hand as something fast and heavy hits me in my stomach, my head hits the hard cement as I fall.

Blood dripping down my forehead as I stumble back up. My mask on the ground revealed my identity. A man in red, white, and blue runs toward my target. 

I pick up the pistol and pull the trigger, the bullet racing towards the man's left arm tearing apart his flesh.

The man grunts in pain, I grab the neck of his suit and punch him hard in the jaw. "Вы не должны были мешать выполнению миссии." (" You shouldn't have interfered with completing the mission.") I scowled at him, repeatedly punching him in the face.

The blonde man's body goes limp, his face bloody and bruised. My metal hand clenched in a tight fist, rage washes over me as I turn back to the man I was sent to assassinate.

BUCKY'S POV
Steve's body goes limp, his face is bruised and bloody. Her metal hand clenched tightly in a fist. She turns toward me, her (E/C) eyes showing no emotion.

Blood running down her face, in her flesh hand she holds a sharp blade. She

Slowly moving over to me, her grip on the blade tightens.

My ears range, groaning in pain. I force my eyes open my vision blurry.
The woman with the metal arm identical to mine drops to her knees the blade falling to the ground.

Clenching her stomach, her eyes widened with realization. Blood flowing from her mouth.

A tall figure appears from behind her, head butting her with the bottom of the firearm. Her body hits the concrete ground. 

My vision became clearer as the finger made its way toward me.

The figure takes off his goggles, offering his hand.

"You alright?" Sam asks, with concern.
I nod, not wanting to start a conversation with him. My eyes land on her metal arm. The red star imprinted on the arm triggers unwanted memories.

Swallowing down the tears building up in the back of my throat.

"Steve sure as hell isn't alright," Sam states as he walks toward Steve's unconscious body.

Guilt washes over me. felt guilty that I didn't help Steve. Taking in the facial features of the replica, scars marked her (S/T) face. I felt guilty for her.

"You ready to go?" Sam questions.
I nod once again, following behind him.
Leaving her body in a pool of her blood.