#𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 . . . ic.
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the second bucky found out that he and nat were getting their second chance at being able to raise a child , he had been diligant in the preparation. it was sometimes hard to see who was more excited . . . the mother or the father. the first time around , with the twins , had been failure for bucky at nearly every turn. for every choice that he made , HYDRA was right there to flip the table on his whole family. with that behind them , with jamie and anya grown and starting their own families , bucky saw this as more than just a chance to do things again. he saw the chance to grow his family. all he had ever wanted for as long as he could rememeber was a big happy family. he was over the moon , but also fiercly protective of that dream.
❛ i promise , i won't overdo it. ❜ he promised natalia. sitting down on the sofa , and reaching for one of her feet to massage it. much like last time , he was just as diligant with nat as he was with preparation for the baby to arrive. they were getting down to the end of it , and as always , nat had been an absolute vision through the whole thing. she claimed he was biased , and while that may be so , it didn't make it any less true. ❛ though , i'm pretty sure it's you who's supposed to be takin it easy. ❜ he made a playful pondering face. ❛ if any of those baby books you got are right that is. ❜
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ┊ @agentxromanoffx.
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knowing that he didn't seem to take offense to his distrust of him. perhaps he would find he could actually get along with someone after all. aside from his kids , he couldn't remember anyone that he got along with who wasn't natalia. he hadn't seen or heard anything about her since they had been sparated all those years ago. his hope was that she had found a way to stay hidden. if anyone could it would be her.
he watched the other man grab for his mask , noting both the similarity to his own , and even that of the one his daughter wore on occasion on missions . . and also that he had opted to not put it back on. not that it would serve in hiding his identity , since james had already seen his face , but at this point , with the stranger in his midst , any minor detail was something he was going to note.
they walked in silence for the most part. james focusing his attention on tracking the agent that had gotten away from them. it didn't take long at all to pick up his trail , and like a scurring rat , james could hear him trying to quickly pack up his work. his enhanced hearing came in handy , telling them exactly where they needed to go , and they were able to close him up in his foxhole he had crawled into. as james' new companion as it were stopped the agent in his tracks , james stormed in after.
he grabbed for the bag , pulling out the files to scan through them first to see if they held any relevence to his children , while the HYDRA agent coughed to attempt to breath. when he finally looked to him , his gaze was that of an icy cold stare , challenging the agent to deny the answers to what he wanted to know.
❛ я спрошу тебя только один раз. ❜ he warned , the agent showing he obviously knew who he was dealing with. james leaned down , getting a little closer to him. ❛ где они? ❜
Ghost watched the man secure the items into their place as he spoke. He never trusted anyone either. But he didn't blame the other man for having the same survival instincts. In their line of work, it was dangerous to even take eyes off someone let alone turn their back. He didn't seem offended. No he seemed to respect the decision.
As the strange man picked up his trophies, Ghost bent down and picked up his mask. Staring at it for a moment, before deciding to secure it to his belt.
And then he too switched over to English. Seemingly unphased by the change. He was fluent in a few languages, even though he wasn't sure how. It was just something he had always known. And it made him all the more useful on missions.
"Fine."
And just like that he started to walk.
In the next building over there was a short stout looking man with a hydra crest on his jacket. Scrambling to stuff files and papers into a worn leather bad. He must have heard the two of them, and was trying to escape. But not without his precious work.
However as he tried to dart out the door, Ghost caught him by the throat. Ripping the bag out of his stubby little fingers, and shoving him into a chair. Patiently waiting to see what the stranger would do.
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when was the last time he got a full nights rest?
“ ⸺ Not including those years I spent on ice in cryostasis ? 1938. ”
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 : 𝐐 ﹠ 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 !
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come on. at least pretend that you like me.
his shoulder's tense , and that glare is plastered on his features , as icy blue hues turn to glare back at the former HYDRA agent. he doesn't trust him. he's not sure he ever really can , no matter how many times the guy swears he's turned over a new leaf , or whatever excuse he could come up with. bucky's not there yet. not sure he's convinced yet. then again , who could blame him after what he had seen. what he had been through , it was going to take a whole lot to convince bucky of any turned leaves. he'd reamain sceptical for as long as he needed.
❛ and why the fuck would i do that? ❜ okay , that was probably uncalled for , but bucky's people skills were shit. HYDRA made sure of that. his jaw set tightly , and he stepped closer to brock , squaring off with the other man. ❛ i'm not pretendin t'like you. ❜
𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 ┊ @crossxxbones.
#𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 . . . ic.#crossxxbones#listen...he's like this with every rumlow he's ever written with#he is so hard to trust post HYDRA...the poor baby.
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james needed to focus right now. and he needed to focus on his task at hand , not the random memories (at least that's what he assumed they were) that kept coming to mind , prompting more whenever he looked at this man. it would have been easier if he knew the first time he had seen him had been when he was with HYDRA , but something deep down told him he had known him even before that. he'd made the mistake of chasing a memory when the safety of his children were of concern. never again.
instead he focused on this russian soldier , that much he could surmise with what little interaction he'd had with him , and what he said made james' eyes narrow slightly. if this man actually thought he was going to turn his back on him , he was far from correct. maybe they were on the same side , but his trust in anyone these days that weren't his family had rooted deep within the assassin. trust had gotten him nothing but trouble , and for the ones he could trust , it never really ended well for them.
through his attempts to shake away the thoughts , he could remember conversations between the two in english , he wasn't sure how sound the idea was . . . but perhaps if he answered in english , it might confirm that he had in fact known the man at one point.
❛ no , ❜ he answered plainly , his voice leaving no room for being convinced. he stepped forward , eyes still on the other as he bent down and reached for the items. ❛ offense taken or not , doesn't really matter to me , ❜ he shrugged his shoulders , tucking the patches into a pouch , and securing the weapon. ❛ but i'm not turnin my back on anyone. we walk side by side. ❜
Ghost looked the patches over, and then back to the strange man. There was no hint of a lie in his eyes. If he was willing to end the agent after he got what he needed then, he didn't see an issue. But there was always the possibility he could be lying, and he was just good at it. It was one of the many reasons he hated having to interact with people.
The ghost lifted his hands, and let the man see he was putting his knives away. rolling the knives over his fingers absentmindedly as if he had done it a thousand times, and slid them back into the sheaths on his thighs.
"Тогда у меня нет с тобой никаких проблем. Я пойду с тобой, и ты сможешь взять у них информацию. После этого они умирают." He stated simply. More telling the man he would keep an eye on him than anything. He didn't trust him, despite the feeling he had about him. Or,... thought he had.
Either way he was willing to let the other man take the lead. And if he made a wrong move he had every intention of fighting him.
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james held no sympathy for the people who once called themselves masters over him. they were as useful to him , as the information they had to give him. after that . . . he didn't care what happened to them. so long as they died. and that it was painful. this man could see , thankfully , that he wasn't with HYDRA. that saved him having to explain one thing. not that this guy was getting any explanation from him really. the less who knew about his children the better as far as he was concerned. still , he did let out an even breath , with a nod in response to his question. ❛ они уже несколько лет не держат м ой поводок. ❜ he confirmed simply.
the next question he had was also simple. and while he didn't need the visual aid , he was more than willing to over it. reaching into his pocket , he retrieved single patches from HYDRA uniforms. the only thing he kept aside from the weapons. he tossed them to the ground between them , followed by a pistol , and a couple spare knives he had lifted from agents he had slaughtered. ❛ после этого меня будет волновать только это. ❜
Ghost held the stare for a long time. His pale face only showing confusion and,.... almost a strange familiarity. It was obvious this man wasn't going to just let him by to kill the target. The Ghost watched him for a long silent moment. Trying to gauge how to respond. But one thing was clear in his own mind. Something was keeping him from landing a kill shot. He may not have known why but it was there. A tiny pin prick in the back of his mind.
"Вы не с ними. Вы тоже сбегаете?"
The question hung in the air when he asked it. There was almost a tinge of hope to his voice. He wasn't certain if he was the only one who made it out of that hell alive.
"Вам нужен агент. Что вы будете с ним делать, когда он больше не будет полезен?"
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every time this man moved , james felt that familiar pull to memories he didn't know existed. flashes of war were normal , but he hadn't been fortunate enough to find triggers to pull memories from places that weren't the battlefield and that damned camp , but this man . . . the more he fought him , the more he could tell that he had known this man at one point. and more than that , they had been friends.
flashes of sparring in a batallion camp. laughing around a fire in the woods surrounded by military gear. exchnaging knives and showing tricks for the future. all of these involving the man fighting him. it was undeniable that this man had once been a friend , and it seemed had both also been turned into something so far from themselves they didn't know what was real and what wasn't. but he had come too far to give up his mission. his children had come first since the moment he knew they existed. since before they were born. he wasn't giving up on finding them until he didn't have a breath left in him.
watching the other man get up , he locked eyes with the other man , squaring himself and taking in a deep breath. his jaw set tight before speaking with his own gravely voice. he hadn't spoken to anyone unless he needed information. the last informant he had spoken to had been months ago. ❛ тот , кто не хочет с тобой драться. ❜ he answered plainly. his hand still gripping his blade. ❛ но сейчас ты стоишь между мной и теми , кто важен для меня. ❜ it wasn't a threat. but the fighting to this point was likely the only warning this man needed.
Ghost was relentless in his assault. Twisting and turning. Using his metal arm and leg to parry as much as he could. The kick knocked the wind out of him, and sent him to the ground. Sending his mask flying in the process. But either the former assassin didn't notice, or he didn't care. He was up in an instant, and gathering a stance again in no time.
But every time he looked into those damn eyes, the throbbing pain in his head shocked through him. He could feel his pulse in his ears, and neck. The familiar ache in his left shoulder where the metal arm pulled against his flesh and bone. Something felt so familiar,... the way he moved, the way he countered his blades,.... where had he seen that fighting??
He paused shaking his head as if trying to get the feeling,... or fractured memory, out of his head, trying to focus and finding it harder and harder. Finally the Ghost spoke then. His voice gravely and worn from not using it in so long.
"Ты кто?"
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this man , whether he agreed with him or not , was standing between him , and the answers to getting him closer to his kids. nothing else mattered in that case. he saw all the signs to support he was HYDRA. maybe he could reason with him. get him to drop the fight and pick up his hunt after twenty fourt hours. but something told him this man , like james . . . was not one who was likely to be reasoned with. HYDRA liked to make their weapons that way. and looking the man over , he could see with each passing second , as he switched from firearm to blade , that he was going to have to fight him off.
there was a slight huff. though it came out more even than most. a huff of annoyance , but readying himself for the attack that came shortly after. it really didn't take an idiot to know it was coming either. he'd more than warned him as he changed his weapons. he had hoped he could have at least attempted to talk him down. but you get what you get. and james got himself a fight.
his body moved in expertly timed movements. dodging the knife attacks , and pulling out his own to counter. he noted the way he moved. he'd seen it before. and something told him it wasn't just from his time as HYDRA's dog. this seemed more familiar. and he could remember a feeling of friendship. not unlike that blonde figure he had started to remember shortly after the twins had been taken. he shook the memories from his head for now. he needed to focus on the fight he was in. dodging another swipe. he came back with a kick to the center of the man's chest.
Ghost's eyes flickered up to the man's face. Peering over the muzzle like mask, and glaring daggers through him. He assumed this one must have been a guard dog. And he didn't care if he had to go through the man to get to his target.
He couldn't get a clean shot with the stranger between them, but that wasn't the real issue. The longer he stared into those steel blue eyes,..... the more his head started to hurt. Like electrical shocks pinging from either side of his temples.
There was no getting around it. So he lowered his pistol. Cracking his neck out of muscle memory, and taking out a pair of blades. Without a word, he lunged for the stranger. His movements familiar and fluid as he held the blades in a downward position. Russian gorilla warfare stance, and with just as much ferocity in every strike.
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with the twins gone , after only just finally feeling like he had gotten them away to freedom . . . to say james was beside himself was the understatement of the century. losing natasha had felt like a wound that would never heal. she had been the only real thing he knew in this hell that HYDRA forced him to live through day after day. when the twins came along , it only made that loss all the more painful. the only solice offered to him being that he got to see their children. he had to teach them how to be killers. which he hated , but he got to see them. he got to watch them grow. that had been enough , until it was those two children that actually showed him freedom could be possible.
losing all of that again? in one swoop? they wanted to see if they could create the perfect killing machine. they were about to se just how good at that they had made him.
he made impressive , but calculated work. he wanted to burn the entire organization to the ground. and he would. but not without finding his family first. once that was done , there would be no hope for any of them. for now though , he moved from base to base , tracking down important agents , while using the few contacts he had connected in order to find them. he had been following a lead to his children , when he got wind of this ruthless ghost. and while he wanted to applaud this man for his actions , perhaps even join his cause . . . he needed that information. and he wasn't going to let a killer with a mission ruin his.
james managed to find his target , and the mysterious killer , following behind and keeping himself hidden. james had always been the perfect ghost. never once being caught on a mission , and he intended to keep that record. coming up behind the man , he noted one of the man's arms , and his eyes widened. something in him screamed this was all HYDRA , and while he hated what he was about to do , he couldn't just shoot the target in the leg. this vigilante would just kill him. he knew he would.
with his cover now blown , and the winter soldier himself exposed. he stepped out of his hiding spot in the shadows. squaring off against the other.
Ghost was in his element here.
Hidden in the dark, each step silent, and his breathing steady.
The pistol held at the ready, as the Russian assassin crept through the creaking and mold scented building. His target was on the run, and hiding like a rat from a predator. The simplicity of seek and destroy was all he could remember, and now that he was able to think for himself, he would turn that training against them. He would kill every last one of them. That was how he would end it. Kill them all till he was in turned finally put down.
For months reports piled up of vicious killings. Some people calling him the Shadow. The Ghost. And that was what he was. A Ghost of something human turned to to silent killer. It had even caught the new captain America's attention. A new body dropping almost every day, but no one seeing a damn thing. He couldn't track this man. He couldn't hunt a super soldier. Not alone anyway.
But now Vincent was taking his time. Using his Winter soldier training to stalk his prey. Only the gleaming of his eyes in the darkness as he aimed for the target's head. Their back turned to him, distracted.
This was his moment. Just aim, and squeeze the trigger.
@rebuiltheroes
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