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Lol so this can be a whatever Ive just had this idea for a while, badass girl, metal leg, hates the avengers to the point she is out in like Oklahoma farming and what she is is shields replacation of Bucky and they want her for a mission where Bucky and Sam go to get her With zemo and she knows all of them but Bucky doesn’t remember her bc winter soldier stuff and yeah do what u want with that

𝑅𝐸𝑃𝐿𝐼𝐶𝐴

Summary: based on the request

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death and murder, mentions of therapy, mentions of experimentation and brainwashing, memory loss, angst, mentions of violence, violence, Zemo being a little shit but pulling the storyline along,

Word Count: 3258

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“Mother fucker.” With your steel heel, you threw your foot back, kicking the empty barrel that shook at the strength that obscured it, and left a large dent in its side. It was frustrating, the concept of trying to live a life of normalcy when all you could think about were the victims that SHIELD had forced you to- no, it wasn’t something you wanted to be reminded about. The sound echoed through the fields, rattling the growing crops and making them shake out of fear. Bucky could feel the impact shiver through his body, and bounce off his metal arm, it was an indicator that that little speck in the corner of his eyesight was you, he could hear your huffing and integrally muttering beneath your breath. Zemo shook his head at your inclination to be so aggressive with the most minuscule of things, it was only adjourning to his viewpoint of the opinion that superheroes had no place here on this planet, and they were deemed as nothing more than pests that should not be permitted to live at all, let alone alongside the mortals that did not fight in such an uncivilised manner. “Piece of actual shit- I swear to god!”

“Please don’t be saying that on your mama’s grave.” It was an avenger, you recognised that voice and condescending tone, you turned to glare at Sam Wilson, to be greeted by the sight of him with one of the many enemies of the state, as well as him. His hair was noticeably shorter, and his arm was different, but it was still definitely the man you recognised him to be. James Buchanan Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. Though in his foresight, you were nothing more than a stranger, weaves into this patriotic mess by Steve’s right man, his eyes darted down, noticing the sleek surface of your leg. You were like him, pardoned by the concept of experimentation, and had a part of you taken; stolen. He found himself allowing his eyes to travel over the sun beamed glint that the practical appendage gave, yet you only sneered at him, as though he were one in the same as his comrades. There had been a chance for him to escape from this life, like you had, though your whereabouts had just been uncovered, and he seemingly did not take it. What a fool. “Y/n y/l/n.” The man spoke your name, once more returning your attention towards the Falcon.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out like you didn’t to the shield.” Crossing your arms, you slouched whilst you expectedly stared at him, awaiting furthermore “Let me guess, Walker and his side hoe with the shitty code name have became a pain in the ass? Oh, or is the Flag Smashers, I’ve seen they’ve been liable to causing quite the ruckus since the return of everyone that was enveloped in the blip, including you Wilson.” Bucky's brow raised at the attitude that you excerpted, and rightly he couldn't quite find it in himself to blame you for it, he understood why you wore it like armour moderately well. In fact, he doubted that the two of you were that different, he found you familiar, perhaps it was due to the pair of you having endured similar paths that you had been forced on. Boy, were you glad that SHIELD had fallen, as he was with the inhiliaitn of HYDRA, or at least most of those witin that industry that were held accountable for the crimes.

"So you've been keeping an eye on the news?" Sam queried, sporting a smirk when he realised that he had caught you out on that one. A gulp slid down the length of your throat, as you tightened your jaw, and squinted towards the parade of men that had decided to intrude your peace. That was all that you wanted; peace, yet it never lasted, and it wasn't considered fair in your books. There wasn't much at all that you asked for, however whatever calm that you were reprimanded by the world always became ruined.

"Out of self interest of course, I knew and dreaded that you'd eventually turn up here. But the answer is no, I will not join you on your little crusade, I'm not about that kinda life. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to return to the peace that I have been seeking for over a century. You can thank the supposed man on the moon for me not getting it, his dame chose this for me, and if I see a Carter, like I've heard you're working with, I will go all assassin on her ass. Now get out of here, before I decide to do the same to y'all." As you went to turn so that you could continue on with your day, the Sokovian cleared his throat, making you instinctively freeze, and reach down to your side, and then realise that you were barren of weapons. That was fine, you wouldn't need one anyway, you had always been used as the weapon.

Zemo braced his hands together, and Bucky’s brow quivered out of curiosity. He may have not known you, but he could perceive that you sure as hell knew the Barron that had some kind of power over you, despite being poised in a hostage like situation. He could see how your shoulders stiffened from the simple sound, he was prepared to use whatever leverage he had to get you stuck in the web, just like he had been. Without you, then the trio would subject to failure against those corresponding towards creating a new world, and whilst society crumbled, you would continue to lull in the peace of freedom, and it seemed that both Zemo and Sam wanted to drag you down with them, and sink in their despair of attuned failure. “You wouldn’t do the same to all of us, that is a fact.”

Sam side eyed him whilst Bucky continued to pay ample attention and watch how you flickered your gaze between him and Zemo. Your face went rigid as you clenched your jaw, eyes boring violently towards the baron, as you stiffened your hands into fists, thinking violent thoughts concerning the Sokovian that had survived the wrath of Ultron due to him being elsewhere for his kill squad duties. “I will fucking kill you!” You seethed, unfazed by how you could be seen as the villain in this moment. “If you say one more word I will personally cut your tongue out and stick it down your throat until you choke to death on it.” There was a wildness resenting in the reflection in your eyes, a protective nature revolving around a well rounded secret that you’d prefer to remain private. It was nobody’s business, but of course because of the vast research that Zemo had done when he had been scheming away to take down the avengers, he knew.

“I thought that you endorsed in this lifestyle to separate yourself from that instinct of yours.” Tutted the man that had been born the son of a king, but in this moment he was not royalty, he was simply a smart ass that was rattling your nerves to a degree of sever irritation. “Killing. Murdering. Drowning your hands in blood that runs like a river after you have completed your mission soldat.” His interrogative descriptions made your stature turn rigid, and your face sink inwards as the thought of all the crimes that you had committed wallowed your body in the need to be sick. “And you aren’t the only one with that history; but your histories interlock, don’t they? Why don’t you tell James here all about it, I’m sure he would love to-“ before any more venom could surpass out from the enemy of the state that had been broken out of a top tier federal facility for those that could cause great endangerment to civilisation, the knuckles on your fist collided with the side of his cheek, sputtering his words into a forced silence. "Does that mean you don't want him to know about your history together y/n?" He asked as he nonchalantly wiped the blood that had split into his cheek away with his palm, almost as though he were more invested in exposing all the things that he knew that you had tried to keep to yourself whilst you were in proximity with the man that you were once involved with.

"That was a long time ago." You reasoned, cracking your neck as you turned it to the side; you could see how the Falcon and the former Winter Soldier had their gazes locked on you. Sam was aware about the relation that had kept the two of you on the hunt for him in the middle of the street before he were even an avenger, he was simply helping others take SHIELD down so that HYDRA could finally fall. And even as a pair of assassins following orders, it was clear to his very doe eyes that the man that he had now befriended due to Steve and his late departure was very protective of you, though it were obvious through logic and just watching you that you could hold your own and more. He assumed that when the experiments had began, that he had witnessed you become the monster that you now resented, the killer of your past, and you in return to him and his imprisonment. "And that isn't why you are here, so why don't we focus on the more important details Helmut, unless you'd like me to go down your family tree and tell you all about how I slit your grandfather's throat? Because I remember that, I remember everything!" You seethed through your teeth, and Zemo simply clicked your tongue as Bucky squinted at you, trying to picture you in his memories, only to find them void. It was as though he was only aware of your existence through the vague mentioning that Steve and Sam had shared with him, especially around the time that they were simultaneously standing against the accords. He was told that he wasn't the only one, and he could see a dusky image of someone who bared weapons beside him, but no face revealed itself. It didn't all quite add up. He intended to find out why.

"He deserved that anyways; the country was going to fall to shambles if my father had not taken over, although as we all can see now that the collapse of my home was inevitable either way." The baron shrugged as though the death of his forefather granted no pain to him nor his esteem, and was more so something of luck. That was a coincidence in the picture that your commanding officers had enforced you to paint, it had nothing to do with making a small country a better place, it was about uncovering information that they were in hunger of, and you did your job and duty as told and received what was asked of you. "But isn't it good to see James after all these years? You cannot say that you haven't missed his companionship, it is crystal clear that you have not moved on, nor attempted to, your loneliness says it all soldat. You were waiting, hoping for a normal life with him, surely that was what had gotten the two of you through the process of becoming the weapons that you resemble today, or am I wrong?"

"Zemo. Stop." Sam's tone was one of warning, he didn't know what Bucky was thinking, but your own thoughts were written all over your face. You were torn, conflicted between possibly attempting to kill this son of a bitch before you or bolting as had been engrained in your nature; it was a tough choice with both laid before you, and Sam wanted to prioritise stopping both and focusing back on the reason that you were here; you could figure things out with Barnes later, he just needed to get you on board, they could use all the hands that they could get. "Y/n. Look I would not come to you under any other circumstance, I get that you've built a life for yourself, and I will let you return to it as soon as we tidy up this mess that these Flag Smashers had prevailed. You have my word that I will do anything in my power to let you come back here or anywhere else that you need to go. I have seen your file back at the compound, of course before it was destroyed with everything else; you know Madripoor, you went undercover for a whole year there, and I know you've been there since after the accords. There was something you had to go back for, and I don't know what, but I would like to trust you with this responsibility."

"If you knew what I went back for, you'd be saying otherwise Wilson. And I think your new friend knows exactly what it was, isn't that right Zemo? I never leave any one behind, much less a person that caused me so much pain, and took the very last thing I had to hold onto. And it can't be undone, none of it can, because there was no reverse protocol on the agenda when they erased me from the very mind of my partner in crime; I killed him. Do you really want another killer on your team Sam? If so it's going to appear like quite the kill squad, and I am going to take a strong guess that isn't what you're going for." Bucky gulped, his mind quickly catching up to the contextual relevance of your words; someone had taken his memories of you, he was sternly sure that it was him of whom you were speaking of, it fit into the narrative like the perfect story piece. Zemo nodded his head in recognition of your crime, before his home fell he had heard whispers from his family that you were free from the chain of HYDRA, and on the hunt for vengeance, and he just hoped that it didn't arrive upon their grand doorstep. Your actions simply showed where your priorities had laid. With Bucky, and he had never been anyone's first, everyone chose another path rather than him and he even felt his heart swell a little.

The gap in time of which he must have been forced to forget you must have been before he had stormed the SHIELD facility and found himself freedom, as well as rescuing his oldest friend from drowning in the river. It was all a jumble of processes at that moment that was reserved for preparation so that he would perform flawlessly against the avengers and their allies. You must have been released on the battlefield separately, and then afterwards searched for him only to find that he had already left on his own. Sam frowned as Bucky stepped closer to you, it was comforting for the soldier that he could feel the metal of his dog tags pinning a little weight against his chest; it was a reminder that he was not the man that had done those terrible things, he was free again. He noticed how your eyes widened, shocked that he would even dare come near you, surely it was a pinch in the side to know that he had loved someone so much that it served as a distraction, as well to note the fact that you had willingly murdered somebody out of anger. "You can stay here, I understand why you don't want to dive into a fight again."

"Then why are you James?" Nobody had called him that in a long time, other than himself and his therapist, it felt nice, and he hoped that somehow he could ask Ayo if there was anything that her people could do to help him once more and recover the memories and feelings that had been stolen from him, it wasn't fair on either of you if you were left to suffer in silence. It was a question that made him look down at his feet, it surprised him that somebody could even care that he was thoughtlessly throwing himself out into the peripheral eye of action once more. "I've done so many terrible things in this world, and I can't go back and correct my mistakes, but I can make other things right." He answered, licking his lips as he stared into your eyes, absorbing the emotion that was sent to him through them. "And now I'm asking you if you will help us, and the people that we are trying to save. I know it is a lot for me to ask after everything, and it's almost cruel for me to do so, but I want to take control of myself again and feel like I'm the one that is steering the ship."

"I am no hero James." You spoke, crossing your arms as you tucked your hands into the crooks of your elbows and tapped your metal foot on the ground. "Neither am I." He spoke softly, his eyes temporarily glancing down to the limb that was altered on your body. "But maybe we can do some good together instead of bad, we are not replicas of who we used to be, we are the people that we were before that. And if you trusted me then you can trust me now. And when this is all done, then we can figure out everything else, because I want to live my life instead of someone else's lie." Sam felt proud of Bucky, he was sure that this was a more meaningful session that he had ever shared with Dr Raynor, he was allowing himself to be vulnerable before your very eyes, perhaps due to you having seen him in a worst state than even that. "So what do you say? I won't push you if you decline, I will honestly understand, but this has to be some road of redemption, doesn't it?"

"Coney Island." Bucky frowned at the mention of that place. He remembered that, him and Steve visited on occasion and he would dance with girls and go on rides and experience viewing the grand inventions that Howard Stark himself shared with the crowds of people that were mind blown by the thought of a flying car; that seemed a little silly now after all Bucky had seen, but at that time, it was special and made him even hopeful for his future. "That's where we met, in 1938, as soon as I couldn't find you after HYDRA fell I went there, I needed to feel safe again and that was the only thing other than you that could do so. We were young and stupid, and I might be stupid for this, but if you want me on your team then I suppose I have nothing better to do." With one last kick to the metal drum that was half buried in the ground, you smiled at Bucky and he in return to you, things were changing and he could see it for the better. He had much knowledge to revive in his own mind, but he was sure that Shuri had the intellect to do so; she was smart enough to turn him back into a man from a weapon, he had faith in her as well as you.

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