Bucky’s footsteps echo off of cracked concrete as he stealthily maneuvers through the hall. He keeps his gun up, trained on anything that looks even remotely suspicious. However, it didn't seem like anything was in this building. It was completely silent.

A sudden flap can be heard and he instantly turns to the source of the noise, only finding a pigeon. Bucky sighs, lowering his gun as he glares at the bird for making him jump. As he does this, someone comes up behind him and jams a needle into his neck. They inject him and in a matter of seconds, he is unconscious.

Meanwhile, you, his mission partner, were exploring the derelict building. You were searching the premises, pushing open doors, their hinges imitating eerie laughter as they creaked open. You check inside rooms for any signs of criminal activity, keeping your pistol raised just in case.

The sound of movement behind you stops you in your tracks. Burying any fears or anxieties down, you spin around, gripping the gun in your hand tightly. Upon seeing Bucky, stood there silently, you sigh. "Phew.. It's just you." You mutter, lowering the pistol.

Bucky stands there, staring emotionlessly. He doesn't say anything in response; he simply stands there, watching, waiting.

"Bucky?" You ask gently, confusion and worry sinking into your tone. "Are you good?" Something was wrong and you could tell. There was a certain coldness to his blue eyes, colder than usual. And that's when it clicked: Bucky had become the Winter Soldier. That means Hydra was around.

Suddenly, he charged at you. Bucky grabs you by the shoulders and throws you against the wall. Your back hits the concrete hard, a pained whimper escaping you. However, you get back up, determined to help Bucky.

"Stop, Bucky! It's me!" You say, holding you hands out in a placating gesture. "What the hell are you doing?!" Bucky doesn't respond. "Shit-" He charges at you, yet again.

Bucky grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to him as you try to dodge him. He throws you down on the hard floor, moving to pin you. His blue eyes look down at you with no sense of familiarity; he looks at you as if you were a stranger. "Stop fighting." He demands coldly, his voice void of any emotion.

He had been ordered to bring you in. Bucky knew not to fail a mission and right now, you were his mission.