Music To My Ears ~ Bucky x Reader

Chapter 6

A/N: today's update. I changed the story a little so if your from my tumblr i'm sorry but it still makes sense it just flows better. Tell me what you think is going to happen? :)
Flashbacks in between //\\

•you was always faster then me. I'll never catch up with you. With you. Oh I can can feel them coming for me•

I walked into the living room first, on my "quest" to find something to do after Bucky abruptly left in our training. The only person there was Steve, so I decided to pull out my earphones and put them in my pocket.
"Hey [Y/N]" he said making me jump a little. He was sat with a beer in his hand. "Wanna try and get drunk with me?"
"Sure" I giggled.
"I can't get drunk. Serum enhances everything. Makes it almost impossible" he said quickly.
"You seem pretty drunk to me" I laughed and took the spot next to him.
"I found Thor's stash of Asgardian beer. It's sss- super strong." He poured me a drink and I downed the concoction in one, it burned it's way down my throat and I instantly felt slightly tipsy.
"I can't get drunk either" I grabbed the bottle and poured myself another drink.
"How come hunnie?" Steve suddenly became intrigued. I didn't learn from my past mistakes and I drank the glass in one again. Getting drunk with Steve was very appealing to me.
I had feelings to repress and time to kill. And like Bucky said i'm leaving in a few days. So I have plenty of time to recover and train.
"Whenever I failed a mission they injected a serum in me. It enhanced my muscles and powers. It then also did something very similar to you where I can no longer get drunk. I know cause once I escaped and went to a bar. It didn't work I just got into trouble when they found me" my mouth moved at its own accord. Steve looked shocked at his new discovery. "Bu- Bucky left in training today. He said he wanted to go drinking. I don't blame him but why did he leave so suddenly"
"Oh Bucky was a winter soldier. And assassin like you. He had his memories wiped. And he has trigger words. He's seen a lot y' know and sometimes it gets to him or someone will remind him. Maybe you remind him? Wait what happened before he left?"
I began to remember all the times I've trained with Bucky. The time he pinned me down for a little too long. When he lifted my head with his hand. When he made me promise he had to be there when I did mental training to make sure I was okay. It made my heart do little flips.
He's a kind warm hearted man inside.
"We were doing mental training. I lifted the weights and messed with the electrics and FRIDAY then he left"
"Did you see him whilst he was the winter solider?"
//"you have till dawn to complete your mission. This is important. Fail and there will be harsh consequences"
And then the ropes were gone and the man too, and the door infront of me opened. I grabbed the file and a watch off the floor.
Here we go again.
I made my way to the address I was given and I located the spot where my victim will be, then I went to a building near by with a good view. And a good shot.
I made my way to the roof and positioned my self and and my gun towards the entrance of the fancy hotel where the guy will be. I don't know his name or why he is important but Ive learned not to ask questions. I never like the answer any way and I usually get punished for caring.
I glanced at the clock. 5:47. 13 minutes until the victims is meant to arrive. 13 minutes until i'm meant to kill someone else, and live up to my name. Monster.
I deserve it. I know I do. But I can't do anything about it now. Better just to make it less painful, I guess. But the more I shoot, the more I break. And the less I shoot, the more I break. The serum. There's no escape anymore.
9 minutes.
Suddenly I heard light foot steps behind me. Someone's here.
I left my gun propped up and aimed at the hotel then I ran behind a huge fan and grabbed a pistol. I can't fail.
The door slowly opened and I peaked around the side. And I saw a man.
He had long brown hair and a mask covering his lower half of his face. I couldn't help but notice his soft blue eyes, filled with pain. Filled with fear. He was tall and muscular and he had a huge gun. He looked around and saw my gun set up. Immediately he dropped down and looked through to see where it was aiming. Then he slowly pulled away and looked around.
Crap.
I pulled my head back around and tried to use my telepathy. I could faintly hear him. His thoughts were not strong.
"Must follow orders. I must kill. I must succeed. I must find who's gun this is"
Damn.
I heard his heavy feet stomp towards the fan I was hid behind and before I could move he punched it so hard it send me backwards. I let out a tiny shriek in response.
But I must succeed.
He made his way towards me, his powerful stride sent shivers down my spine. I cowered away and lifted my hand in defence. I didn't notice I had sent him backwards to the other end of the roof with my Telekinesis.
He looked shocked but brushed it off and marched towards me. I tried using my gun to shoot him, but he lifted his metal arm and the bullets were crushed and they fell to the floor. I threw my pistol and moved as far back as I could.
I can dodge. But I can't attack or defend long enough for the big man to get tired.
Once again I lifted my hand up in the air, but this time I lifted them as a surrender.
"I'm sor- sorry I was following orders" I pleaded. But I'd rather he killed me then the boss. At least he has a pretty face. Even if it is currently scowling.
"I don't want to get hurt..."
Then I heard his gun topple to the floor. His expression softened and he looked at me with pleading eyes. He said no words, but he didn't have to, I could hear him.
"Get hurt? Why?" He thought. Then I heard the rest of his thoughts.
1945. WWII. Hydra.
I've seen him before. Where?
No time to ask. My watch beeped telling me there was no time left and without looking I used my powers to pull the trigger. Then I watched through some one else's eyes... the bullet. Straight through his skull. Dead.
The man stared at me then he left quickly\\
"I think I did" I said swallowing the lump on my throat. And Steve stared at me, with his mouth in the perfect circle shape. Then he slipped and fell off the chair.

• volume ~ 11 •