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Assets No Longer (For Bucky)
Oct. 2nd, 2016 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theycalledmeacurseRogue stared at the piece of paper in her hands, comparing the address with the building in front of her before stuffing it back into the pocket of her long green coat. This was the place. She reached up with gloved hands to check her loose hat, making sure the treacherous white strands of hair were tucked out of sight, before heading into the rundown apartment building.
James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. A former asset of HYDRA, like herself. And possibly the only person who could help her who wouldn't lock her away in another lab. Sure, she could have gone to the Avengers; they were the good guys who helped people. But she had worked with HYDRA, and regardless of the fact that it had never been willingly, that made her suspicious. And that was without even considering the fact that she could kill a person or steal their secrets with nothing more than the touch of her skin.
She didn't know if he'd remember her after everything they'd done to him, everything he'd been through, but she had to try. He'd been the one to bring her in, so she knew all too well what he was capable of, but he'd escaped this life. He'd gotten out of HYDRA and now that she had too, she had nowhere else to turn. Her intel would only be good for so long before either HYDRA would find him themselves or he would move on his own, and then she'd be alone again. Alone and at greater risk of being pulled back into that hell. Maybe, together, they could help each other. Or maybe he would kill her on sight. She wouldn't blame him.
Up and up she went, past crumbling stone and peeling paint, to the door that had been in her informant's mind. She just had to hope that the man wouldn't wake up before they were ready, because she hadn't been able to bring herself to kill him. There was already too much blood on her hands for that.
A quick knock to the door and then she waited. If he didn't answer, she'd pick the lock and wait for him inside until she couldn't wait any longer.
James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. A former asset of HYDRA, like herself. And possibly the only person who could help her who wouldn't lock her away in another lab. Sure, she could have gone to the Avengers; they were the good guys who helped people. But she had worked with HYDRA, and regardless of the fact that it had never been willingly, that made her suspicious. And that was without even considering the fact that she could kill a person or steal their secrets with nothing more than the touch of her skin.
She didn't know if he'd remember her after everything they'd done to him, everything he'd been through, but she had to try. He'd been the one to bring her in, so she knew all too well what he was capable of, but he'd escaped this life. He'd gotten out of HYDRA and now that she had too, she had nowhere else to turn. Her intel would only be good for so long before either HYDRA would find him themselves or he would move on his own, and then she'd be alone again. Alone and at greater risk of being pulled back into that hell. Maybe, together, they could help each other. Or maybe he would kill her on sight. She wouldn't blame him.
Up and up she went, past crumbling stone and peeling paint, to the door that had been in her informant's mind. She just had to hope that the man wouldn't wake up before they were ready, because she hadn't been able to bring herself to kill him. There was already too much blood on her hands for that.
A quick knock to the door and then she waited. If he didn't answer, she'd pick the lock and wait for him inside until she couldn't wait any longer.