Next Avengers: LEGACY

BUCKY-Ruthless

The man quietly sips his drink, trying to look inconspicuous. Who found me? How? They aren't taking the precautions I would expect contract killers to take. I notice him glance over at our table. He has us covered by his six men. The one at the table beside us, The one who just entered the restaurant, the phony waiter, the two in the booth on the other side of the room, and the gent who just left the bathroom. All here at the same time, not a coincidence, they mean business. They. Aren't. Here. For. Me. Of course they aren't here for me. If they were here for me they would have been more careful, known that I would notice them immediately. They are here for the children. I realize that this whole time James has been looking at me, trying to understand what is going through my head. I can't deal with them yet, I have to form a strategy. To the men, I'm just a variable, another victim to take out. We make the perfect targets, this is an old family restaurant, there is no security camera. I quietly sip the coffee I ordered and use that small movement to conceal my features as I scan the men for weapons. A noticeable bulge is each of their clothing. Guns. I'm sure they have knives and other weaponry that is better suited for remaining hidden. "What's wrong?" James asks. He's just like his mom and dad, always sensing the calm before the storm. I can't let them intervene. Too many witnesses that would testify about the three kids who took down an armed force. Plus there is always the chance one of them might be injured, or they might injure another. I know they have been trained all their lives in combat, this isn't the time to test them. "Do you trust me?" I ask. "Yes." James, Francis, and the girl reply. "Then you will do exactly as I say without any question." They seem disturbed and confused. The men are starting to notice the concern on their faces and seem to be readying for action. Six men is nothing for me, I could take out a legion and walk away unscathed. What weapons do I have? I always have two side arms and a knife...that will have to do. "On the count of three you will get up out of your seat and into the kitchen as if your life depends on it, because it does." Better that they not know the threat, they should focus on the task at hand. "Is there a fight? We can help." Francis speaks up. Out of the corner of my eye I see one of the men signal to another. They are going to attack. I feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. They messed with the wrong kids. I pull my gloves off and take of my jacket. I can't be restricted by fabric. Francis looks like he is going to speak. I reach into my pockets and grab my side arms. The men finally see my metal arm and my presence registers with them. They seem a little disturbed, but they still are going to attack. I look right at Francis and say. "One, Two, Three" they don't move. "SHUT UP AND RUN" By this time I've shot three of the men using the reflexes that only years of training have given me. I stop focusing on them, and turn my attention to the three that are left. I hear the door to the kitchen slam and the sound of footsteps pounding on tile. Maybe Bucky would have left the men with life still in them, but I'm not him, I'm a ghost claiming more to join the shadows. So I show them no mercy, they would not have given it, so they deserve none. Before they can even pull out their guns I kill two more. I leave one alive, but I put a bullet through the arm he would use to shoot his gun. He falls to the ground, gripping his arm. I can hear the screams of people, but I am so used to it I am no longer disturbed. I think a civilian even tries to hit me with a chair....I deflected it with my arm. I take a quick look around. The children are gone. Good, I don't want them to see this. I pull the knife out from my pocket. I want answers and I want them now. Pain has a way of loosening the tongue, I should know. I've been on both ends of torture. Everyone has run out of the restaurant. I guess gunfire has that effect on people. Its a small town, so I suspect I have about four minutes till the police arrive. I walk slowly towards the man. I make sure he can see the glint of my knife. He stops struggling and stares at me in fear. I walk up to him and kneel in front of him. "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?" I put my knife up to his throat. He doesn't reply, he just starts to whimper. I put pressure on the arm I shot. He starts to scream. He's finally had enough of the pain. "Heil Hydra" he whispers. White foam rushes from his mouth. Hydra, Hydra did this. I pity the man, at one time I might have done the same. That's what Hydra does, they take people and turn them into monsters. I can hear the sirens in the distance. I leave through the front door. Hydra, cut off one head two more shall take its place. I just cut off a head, there will be more.The only way to slay a Hydra is to strike the heart. I guess it's time I killed the beast. I walk to my vehicle and start the engine. I know Hydra better than anyone, I am best suited to take them down.

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