❛   𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞   ❜

❝ we were a tragedy, and i
think i liked that a little too
m u c h. ❞

"COMING up on the targets. Get ready. Ten seconds out." The driver announces gruffly, barely turning his head to look at Bucky and Anastasia.

The other Hydra men in the car didn't utter a sound to the assassins.

In unison, the two opened their doors. While Bucky climbed onto the hood, Anastasia sat on the roof. The violent wind picked up her braided hair, flipping the tail of it around. The breeze rushed into the holes of her mask, making it slightly harder to breathe properly.

The Jeep neared a small navy blue car, containing their assigned targets. Anastasia watched as Bucky launched himself, landing on the roof of the car. She then noticed the distance between the two cars, realizing the Jeep slowing down.

Winding back his robotic arm, Bucky smashed into the back left window, hauling out Jasper Sitwell seconds later.

With ease he threw him away, right in front of a passing yellow truck. Unholstering a pistol, he sat on his knees and aimed directly down. He shot three times, and Anastasia blinked in shock when the car suddenly screeched to a stop.

Bucky flew from the hood, sticking out his left arm to break the fall. Bucky flipped once, using his metal hand to stop him. He dug his fingers into the pavement and sat on his knees, creating sparks.

After a moment, he slowly looked up and unlatched his fingers. He stood, frozen in place.

Anastasia's grip tightened on the railing before she slid herself down onto the hood where Bucky previously sat. Using the edge of the hood below the windshield, she grabbed hold, waiting for the impact.

Bucky jumped into the air as the Jeep slammed into the back of the car. Bucky landed heavily onto its hood, breaking the back window in to process.

She glanced back at the driver, seeing the man in focus and continue to press on the gas pedal. The smashed cars screeched and whined down the road, receiving multiple honks from passing cars.

Bucky stood on his knees again, forcing down his metal arm into the windshield. After a second, it retracting; now with a steering wheel in his grip.

Anastasia's eyes narrowed in question, hearing a faint but forcefully "Shit!" from the inside of the car.

Just as bullets rang out from the interior of the car, Bucky jumped back to the Jeep, landing beside Anastasia.

She pulled out of the many guns strapped to her body, leaning to her right to shoot out the front tire. When the tire deflated seconds later, the chilling scream of metal against pavement belted out.

The car was at full speed, swerving left and scraping against another vehicle. When it veered to the right, the Jeep trailed it, slamming into it again. They both watched the car sharply turn, hitting the concrete dividers on the other side before flipping aloft.

While the vehicle rolled and crumpled like paper, the passenger door popped out with three bodies lying on top.

The Jeep drove past them, quick to stop on the left side. Buck and Anastasia slid off the car, walking back and grabbing the weapons the Hydra agents held out. Bucky got a Milkor MGL and Anastasia was handed an M4 Rifle.

Bucky was the first to aim, straight at Steve and Natasha before pulling the trigger. Steve shoved Natasha out of the way, raising his shield to deflect the hit.

Steve flung backwards, smashing into a windshield and flipping over the bridge.

Anastasia glanced to her right, spotting Natasha ducking behind their turned car with Sam. The rest of the Hydra agents raised their weapons, firing at the car.

Sam and Natasha snuck past, each hiding behind separate abandoned vehicles. Anastasia ceased her firing for a second, letting out a slow breath before closing one eye. Steading her gun, she lined up the scope with Natasha's head through the car's back window.

At the last second, Natasha noticed this, crouching down further before Anatasha pulled the trigger. The glass shattered, but Natasha remained unharmed.

Anatasia grew angry, waiting for Natasha to stand and expose herself.

When she finally did, firing a few bullets back, Bucky raised his grenade launcher, blowing up the van she stood by.

Planting a hand on a divider, Natasha kicked over, dodging the explosion. She landed hard on her knees, glancing over her shoulder before rolling out of the way of an oncoming car. She jumped on the hood of another, narrowingly missing the bullets that followed.

Sprinting down the highway, Bucky followed her, firing once more at a car and forcing Natasha to jump over the bridge.

Bucky lowered his launcher, handing it away before grabbing an automatic rifle. Moving to the edge, he peered down and aimed.

Anastasia watched silently, following his actions and looking down at the street. A throng of people watched, standing around in shock; both by the gunfire and the turned over bus.

Bucky's eyes moved around, finding the bus before aiming his gun. A single bullet shot out, clipping his goggles and throwing him down. He fell against the bridge wall, reaching up to remove his damaged glasses.

A sudden burst of anger bloomed in Anastasia's chest, causing her to lean over the wall and squeeze the trigger tightly. A rain of bullets fired down at Natasha, who stood below the bridge prior.

When she noticed she was firing at nothing, her gaze shifted, spotting Natasha leaning against a construction truck. The Widow raised both arms, shooting her pistols at Anastasia, but never landing a hit.

Bucky stood abruptly, joining Anastasia in firing at Natasha. Natasha pressed her body as close as she could to the truck before suddenly turning and running off.

The two assassins ceased fire.

"I have her," Bucky spoke to the surrounding agents and Anastasia in Russian. "Find him."

In a deft motion, Anastasia removed a mini grappling gauntlet from her belt, slipping it on before diving over the edge. Her body twisted, hooking onto the underbelly of the bridge and lowering herself safely. Discarding it after, she reloaded her weapon.

Seconds later Bucky jumped from the bridge, landing feet first onto a car and smashing the top completely. He stalked off, glaring down the street.

Anastasia's eyes went up, watching the agents anchor themselves to cars to prepare to jump over as she did.

She rolled her eyes brazenly, swatting her frizzy braid over her shoulder before walking away down the street. "Men..."

ANASTASIA caught up to Bucky quickly, ignoring his disproving growl for abandoning the other agents.

A police siren wailed in the distance, enthralling the two.

Bucky raised his launcher, firing at the car when it rounded the corner sharply. The whole thing exploded, crashing into a parked car to their right. Loading another into his weapon, Bucky cocked it back with a sharp pull.

"I told you to stay back," Bucky mumbled lowly, still in Russian.

"You do not tell me what to do." Anastasia fired back with venom, growing more irritated by the minute.

He didn't reply back to her, letting out a sigh before leaning in his head. The two listened for any movement of the Widow.

"...Taking fire above and below the expressway," Natasha's hushed voice was suddenly picked up in their earshot. Simultaneously they peered at a dark green car parked on the side of the road. "Civilians threatened. I repeat, civilians threatened."

This caused Bucky to crouch down, pulling out a small ball-shaped grenade and rolling it under the vehicle. Anastasia arched back her shoulders to extend to her full height. Levelling her gun to her eye, she waited for the explosion.

"I make an LZ at 2300 block on Virginia Avenue. Rendezvous, two minutes."

The car exploded brightly, causing a small heatwave to hit the two assassins. Bucky stood, narrowing his eyes in concern when Natasha didn't emerge from the fire.

Two sharp clicks of heels on metal made them turn in time for Natasha to jump off a hood and jump the gun from Anastasia's grasp. The momentum threw her off, causing her to lose balance. Her head bounced down, slapping the asphalt.

Natasha kicked off Bucky's leg, climbing up to straddle his shoulders. Bucky twisted beneath her, narrowly having time to stick a hand up when Natasha pulls out a metal wire to garrote him.

The two stumbled back, knocking into the side of a car. Bucky grabbed a fistful of her leather jacket, throwing her off his shoulders. She twisted in the air, smacking the side of another vehicle before falling to the ground.

In a blind haze, Anastasia sat up and pulled out a Glock from her thigh holster. Blinking hard a few times to regain clear sight, she aimed it at Natasha.

Natasha bent up, holding a small taser disk. She threw one at Anastasia first, landing it on her right shoulder. Tossing one to Bucky's prosthetic arm, she sprinted off again.

The powerful shock overcame Anastasia's body, causing her to fall back again. The gun clattered to the ground beside her convulsing body. Bucky's metal hand twitched before he tore the disk off.

Using his real hand, he reached down and ripped off the disk from her clothing. Grabbing her bicep, he hauled her to feet. Anastasia felt heavy in his hold and her knees nearly gave way. She noticed her braid starting to fall from its hold, pulling the tie from the end and tossing it away.

Shaking her hair loose, Anastasia let it curtain her face.

Bucky clenched his metal fingers together, testing his strength. He rounded his arm over, swinging it once when it functioned normally. He glanced at Anastasia, subconsciously giving her a once-over to make sure she was alright.

"We finish this now," he remarked to refocus himself, grabbing his weapon off the ground and leading her down the road.

They stalked down the street with large strides, covering ground quickly. They spotted Natasha running, waving her arms around and screaming for people to get away from the scene.

Anastasia paused, aiming his rifle before firing a single round. Bucky watched as it landed in her shoulder, causing Natasha to stumble before falling to the sidewalk, behind a car.

He took the cue, running up to an empty car. He jumped on the hood, aiming down at her skillfully. Natasha whipped her head back, staring with wide eyes.

Steve suddenly came bounding towards him, making Bucky side-eye the Captain. When he jumped up to attack Bucky, he swung his metal fist, landing it in the middle of the star.

Bucky shoved the shield away, kicking up both feet to shove Steve back. Both landed on their backs. While Steve raised his shield, Bucky fired his weapon.

Anastasia seemed to ignore Natasha at the moment, running towards their fight.

Bucky dropped his gun, rolling off the car. Steve spun with his shield, moving to cover behind a vehicle.

The Soldier grabbed another mini rifle from his hostler, firing at the car. When he paused to reload, Steve jumped over the car, kicking the gun out of his grasp.

Bucky pulled a pistol, firing three rounds at Steve's shield before he is close enough to punch Bucky.

Anastasia joins the two, being able to biff Steve across the jaw. He faltered momentarily, swinging up his shield when Anastasia tried to kick him back. Steve moves it out of the way, jumping in the air and twisting back his leg, kicking her switfly across the face.

Her body does a full spin, feeling something unsnap from her face. She lands on her stomach, feeling lightheaded from the powerful kick. Anastasia's hair covers nearly her entire face, and she watches the fight continue.

Bucky now holds the shield in front of him, pausing. A distance memory flashes in Steve's mind, but he quickly pushes it down before rushing towards Bucky.

Bucky winds back his arm, flinging the shield hard enough to decapitate Steve. Steve narrowly misses it, watching it lodge into a nearby van. Bucky unsheathes a knife, flipping it in his fingers.

The two meet in the middle, taking turns slapping and deflecting attacks. As Bucky stabs at Steve twice, Steve grabs his wrist to pull down and duck from another slice.

He quickly strikes Bucky in the face before twisting and booting him back. Bucky's body slams into the van, hindering him momentarily and dropping the knife.

Steve runs up, jumping to thurst his knee into the Soldier's chest.

Bucky raises his arm, deflecting a punch before hitting him in the face. Steve grabs his bionic arm, flipping him onto his back. He quickly recovers, able to grasp the Captain by the neck before throwing him over the hood of a smoking car.

The assassin jumps after him, missing a punch to Steve and cracking the pavement. He stands and Bucky shoves him into the van.

Retrieving a second knife, he rushes for Steve. Steve raises his arms, blocking the weapon. Placing his metal hand behind his flesh one, he drives the blade into the van's side, dragging it across before falling away.

Steve wraps his arms around his torso, bending over to slam him into the ground. With a swift kick in both legs, Steve stands and retrieves his shield.

Bucky stands, swiping down on him. His wrist hits the edge of the shield, and he drops the knife into his bionic one. When the guard was lowered enough, Bucky landed a punch.

The two landed a few more hits before Steve drove the edge of the shield into the back of Bucky's metal arm. Swinging it under his arm, it struck Bucky in the face. Twisting around, Steve grasped him by the mask, flipping him over his shoulder.

Anastasia rose to her feet, slowly unclipping a pistol from her body.

Bucky rolled over his shoulder before standing with a wobble.

As if it brought embarrassment, Bucky paused, turning after a moment to face Steve.

Steve's face suddenly blanked as seemingly a million thoughts rush through his mind. His eyebrows furrow, "Bucky?"

A sharp click from a gun made Steve peer over his shoulder, spotting Anastasia's entire face. Her eyes narrowed menacingly, aiming a pistol at his head.

Steve's eyes suddenly widened. "A-Anastasia? You too?"

The Captain took a step back, glancing back and forth at his two lifelong friends.

Their apperances were noticeably different—both having long hair and stockier bodies.

It was a more vast change on Anastasia's part; Steve knew her to be thin and lightweight with short hair—but this new woman was bulky with muscle and had unkempt hair that nearly reached her hips.

Hydra always lacked on personal care for their experiments.

By the time Steve withdrew from his thoughts, Anastasia had moved to stand alongside Bucky, with her weapon still aimed.

"Who the hell is Bucky and Anastasia?" Bucky muttered in a monotone. His glare hardened.

A gust of air blew behind them before a harsh kick landed on both of their backs.

Sam flew in with his Falcon suit, extending both feet to hit them. Anatasia's gun clattered to the ground when they fell.

Bucky was the first to stand, followed by Ana. He hesitated for a moment before drawing his last gun and aiming it at Steve.

A small grenade whizzes over Steve's shoulder, landing on a truck and exploding it. Bucky and Anastasia grab hands, sprinting off behind the fire.

When the smoke cleared and the fire abated, Steve gaped when they vanished from sight.