The Story Book

This is in Bucky's POV The cold water of the shower was oddly nice. It was refreshing and sent him back to an infuriatingly simple time, a time without thoughts or sound in his head. If Steve ever found out it wouldn't end well.  His mind was tired but still working much faster than his exhausted body. Why would the girl help them? Open her home to them? What was wrong with her? The last one got him.  He hadn't noticed when she had that huge coat on but then she had taken off that and then he had noticed how her body was thin and pale in an unhealthy way yet her attitude was chipper as though nothing was wrong. Had someone done that to her? She had made a reference to her 'not having much time left.' Was someone coming after her?  Then she had dropped her cup making such a loud noise. She was in pain but he couldn't see why. Maybe someone had infected her with something painful. It seemed the most plausible.  Whatever it was Steve had seemed t

I had a thought, what would happen if, after the Civil War, they weren't able to do directly to Wakanda? This was a product of my own imagination and I am well aware I might get some flack for wrong medical details. Sorry about that. This will be a multiple part story and I'll be rotating between characters. Reb Nothing ever happens in my town. Ever. The town is just big enough that there ain't any snoops but just small enough that nothing happens. Nothing that is until those two men appeared in the town park begging for help. The day my life changed.  The week it happened a snowstorm rolled in. Nothing too exciting except for the fact that no transportation could get in or out of the town because of it. Truckers were stuck as were the drifters on the buses all going somewhere. The kids loved it since school let out and the snow just kept coming down. The hotels, motels, and inns, were all filled from the three buses, two trains, and five trucks, stuck with th

I apologize in advance if this doesn't match completely with the real version, they go so fast! The Asset   "Two targets, level 6. 48 hours." The programming looped silently. 48 hours was generous considering that the Asset would not need even half that time.  "Car on the right, Asset is clear." The support stated over the radio. Silently the Asset hoisted themselves on top of the truck and jumped into the roof of the designated car. Speed and surprise were the Asset's only friends.  Smoothly, the Asset hauled one of the two targets out of the car through the now broken back window and flung him into the oncoming traffic lane. The Asset took only a moment to appreciate the trucker who finished off target one. His second target was much quicker than the first, throwing herself into the front seat barely a second before the Asset sent a bullet through the roof. The Asset took another shot at her, not caring if he hit the man she had landed o