Bucky x Reader Dreams or Memories? (7)

Many weeks or even months had passed since your unusual, but somewhat emotional conversation with the winter soldier, whom also was another empty shell of a human obeying commands from your masters, Hydra.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The wooden head split in two as soon as your bullets bounced off the poor splintering material, ricocheting off into different directions, falling to the ground like empty forbidden souls.
Aiming was one of the things Hydra practically forced you to learn, to practice every single day until your aim and shot was flawless.
As the hours of day decided to creep up upon the hours of the silent eerie night, your forced painful training finally paid off, because now, your aim was faultless.
You could practically look in the corner of your (e/c) stern eyes for just a split second of precious time, then shoot, killing or wounding your target flat out instantly.
People would call these peculiar actions, completely and insanely impossible.
But.
To Hydra and yourself.
You were nothing more than a tool.
Hung up on the shelf after being played with, until another average killing spree of a day where you would be used, either to fix or destroy the history of humanity itself.

And today was another one of those days.
You had gained information on your mission, that you were to help the winter soldier track down and eliminate two targets from S.H.I.E.L.D..
For some reason Hydra hadn't given you or the winter soldier much or any detail on these two targets, only their locations.
They hadn't done this before with any other target, only these two.
Of course these extreme actions what they took, made you more anxious; curious and confused than you were before, but you hid these emotions at all cost, you knew if at any second Hydra found out that you either didn't trust their actions, or that you were the tiniest bit anxious about this mission.
They'd torture your very being, your very soul which was still mentally hanging on by the smallest thread, wanting to never let go because your mind and your soul knew that if it did, then Hydra would have won and your existence would be wiped away like a clean but bloodied slate.

~~~Time skip brought to you by Captain America's shield taking out multiple Hydra soldiers :3~~~

Blood.
It was everywhere.
Splattered, painting the trees musky crackled uniform of bark.
Droplets of the warm liquid rained from each side of you, coming from every possible direction.
Trickling onto white foreign snow, which crunched underneath your shaking feet, the sound played tricks on your mind, because the echoing sound of disintegrating masses of snow, sounded to you as if it were actually bones snapping and cracking by an inhumane force.
And you were next.
Your vision was blurred, but you could discreetly work out the falling men in military uniform, quickly evaporated into piles of ashes.
Some immediately scattered onto the ground finishing their final fall, whilst others were carried off by the violent grasp of winds hands.
You were next.
Bullets rippled through the essence of air surrounding you.
Engulfing each pocket of oxygen which both you and your enemy inhaled.
Suddenly, warm liquid started to unveil itself from stricken flesh, it began at the peak of your shoulder, whilst another engraved itself within your pale flesh attached to your fragile hip bone.
The immense impact of metal bullets, flung your entire body, plummeting it towards the ground, as if an unknown force was dragging you into its grasp.
The pressure around you dipped slightly as footsteps neared to your half-conscious being.
A mysterious face you didn't recognise appeared right before your trembling scared eyes.
Red.
A red muscle masked face.
The sight of this whole figure made you quiver in fear.
Yes, maybe you didn't recognise his face.
Yet.
But you knew his badge all too well.
Hydra.

Startled.
Your eyes shot open as you began to uncover the truth bit by bit, not only about your past but also about the fact that you were working for the enemy you once fought against.
Staring into pitch black holes of darkness in your room, you suddenly realised that you were covered in a layer of cold yet warm sweat.
Your head was pounding as well as your heart, it felt as if someone was punching and hitting your skull, trying to escape from the forced electric chains which held them back, trying to rip open the box of emotions what had been sealed away.
Train.
That's all you could think about, was to take your mind off of the shocking things, which were gradually unwrapping themselves within your
heart and soul.
So, you decided to head down to the shared training block of this prison, just to let off some steam, and also maybe some angry strikes onto a punching bag pretending that it's Hydra, because you knew all too well that if you showed any single sign of emotion or weakness, then they would destroy your soul again and again.
But as you came closer and closer to its entrance, it was only then that you started to hear punches already being thrown
These were no ordinary punches.
No.
These were blows being made by a empty emotional being, just like you.
Suddenly, you gradually started exposing yourself within the training room and it's poor but bright enough lighting, instantly turning to the noise of painful impacts only to see a large muscular familiar figure whom you had seen in your 'dreams' before.
The winter soldier.
At this point of time, just by seeing his familiar existence, you knew that these dreams or nightmares weren't exactly what they seemed.
They were memories.
They were Your memories.
Memories in which Hydra desperately wanted to get rid of, but why?
You had no clue.
But it wouldn't stop you from finding out.
You knew that tomorrow was an opportunity to escape from their grasps.
You knew that this mission would be your last for Hydra.
Because you Will escape.