The Price We Pay for Family - 39

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 on in the front.

Begrudgingly the Asset had to admit the redhead was quite good. He missed both her, the blond man she had landed on and the black driver by a fraction thanks to her quick reflexes.

 The black man who was driving finally overcame the surprise and slammed on the breaks sending the Asset tumbling off the car. The Asset slammed his metal appendage into the asphalt to stop. When the Asset finally did stop there was a long claw-like scar in the road.

Slowly, the Asset stood and faced the car. All three of the occupants in the car were various versions of terrified and surprised.
 Cars were fleeing from the lanes left and right.

The red-headed woman pulled out her handgun and aimed. But the Asset was too well prepared for that. His support slammed their truck into the smaller car, forcing the women to drop her gun.
The man driving tried to hit the gas so he could turn. But the Asset was always at least a few steps ahead. Launching himself into the unfortunate car the Asset smashed through the window and ripped the steering wheel clean out.

 Retreating to the hood of the support truck the Asset watched as the car was pushed to its doom. Just before the car crashed the passenger side door broke off somehow holding all three passengers. The blond man was maneuvering the door like a sled as they flew down the road.

The black man fell off into a barrel roll just before the door/sled came screeching to a halt. The blond and redhead rolled off the door looking bruised but alive, frustratingly enough.

The Asset hopped off the hood as the truck stopped. One of the support handed him a grenade launcher. Aiming at the redhead the Asset fired.

The blond man shoved the women away and covered himself with a shield two feet in diameter. The women took off while the impact of the grenade sent the man flying over the barrier of the overpass and down to the road below.

The Asset aimed again at the women and fired. The car she had dove behind exploded as she cartwheeled into the incoming traffic lane and gracefully tumbled behind another car.

 The Asset fired another grenade into that car as well. The women flew over the overpass barrier to the below with the car.
His support traded out the grenade launcher for an automatic gun.

 The Asset scanned the plaza beneath him silently waiting. A bus had collided with a truck and overturned due to the man who had gone flying by blocking the grenade. People were running everywhere, screaming.

 Yet the programming in the Asset's head was still running in a loop.
 It was until bullets exploded under the Asset's feet. The shower of deadly metal forced the support and the Asset to take cover.

The gunshots stopped and the Asset took a moment to collect himself. The women had punctured his goggles forcing him to take them off.

 The Asset whipped around showering the spot the women had been. The woman made her way across the plaza and fired back from the cover of an electrical company truck. Then she took off.
 The Asset growled snatching the grenade launcher from one of the support. This woman was too good to be a level 6 and this job had just become three times harder than it had to be.

"Take care of him." The Asset directed the support to the overturned bus. "She, " he indicated the redhead sprinting away from them, "Is mine."

With that he hopped off the overpass and landed on a parked car, crushing it. Stalking silently after the redhead, people fled in droves.

Sirens were a sure sign that the Asset had over-complicated this by a mile. Stowing the automatic on his back the Asset loaded the grenade launcher and destroyed the cop car that came flying down the road.

 The people were gone from this road, all had fled already. The silence would be eery other than the faint voice, speaking. The Asset trod softly towards the voice of the redhead coming from behind a car. It was calling for backup in two minutes.

Unhooking a grenade the Asset rolled it silently under the car. The explosion was wonderful, other than the fact that the woman was not in it.

Someone landed on the Asset's shoulders making him drop the launcher. The redhead wrapped her legs around him and spun. She pulled a small wire in an attempt to strangle him. The Asset turned sharply and bucked her forward into a car.

He came forward to finally finish his mission and she threw a small piece of metal onto his metal arm. The small annoyance of metal locked his arm in place with electricity.
The women bolted away leaving him to deal with his now malfunctioning arm.

 The Asset considered the small machine before grabbing it with his flesh arm and ripping it off. His arm was still resisting but he forced it to move, making it work again.

Turning, he followed the woman's voice as she yelled for people to get out of the way. He spotted her bolting straight down the road, screaming for people to run.

The Asset took less than a moment to puzzle over the fact that this woman was so good at evading him yet she made no attempt to conceal herself or be quiet.

Switching his gun off automatic he aimed and finally hit her. She tumbled down hiding behind yet another car. He walked towards her.

The Asset could hear her frantic breathing, he honed in on it, hunting.

Movement caught the Asset's eye and he barely moved in time.
Swinging around the Asset threw his full body weight into that punch. But instead of sending the man back or cracking the shield, like his arm normally did to objects, his arm stopped upon impact. Both the man and the Asset stopped for a moment, one out of surprise, the other out of relief.

 The Asset kicked the man off the car on which they were standing, sending the man to the ground, and forcing himself to sit.

The Asset fired at the man but somehow the man managed to fit his entire body behind the shield. The Asset emptied the gun on the man's shield.

The instant the Asset was out the man was upon him. The Asset landed hard on the ground from the impact but grabbed both his handguns.

Firing once made the man stop long enough to get the Asset's feet underneath him. The Asset fired at the man before spinning around to get a better angle and firing again.
The man rammed into the Asset with his shield making the Asset drop his guns.

 The Asset silently wished curses on his support who didn't seem to know what, "take care of him" meant.

 Reaching out the Asset grabbed the edge of the man's shield and retched it around and off the man's arm. The man stumbled back now without weapon or defense. The Asset swung at the man with his own weapon forcing the man to counter with nothing but his wit.

But the man was trained well, and, while the shield felt oddly natural, it was bulky and awkward. The Asset flung it at the man but he was no expert at throwing a two-foot-wide disc and it embedded itself into the van next to the man who looked quite shaken by the show of skill.

Pulling a knife the Asset expertly spun and flipped it in the air before driving it towards the man. But the man was fast to the point that the Asset knew that the man was not naturally this fast, but superhuman, to the point of which, he and the man, were equal. The faster the Asset went, the faster the man countered.

 The Asset finally caught the man with his back up against the van. Driving his knife forward they struggled for control before the Asset drove it towards the man's shoulder. The man shifted at the last second and instead of his shoulder, the Asset hit the van behind the man.

As they struggled for the knife they slid down the length of the van leaving an ugly scratch on the side.

 They both fell at the end of the van and the man kicked the Asset's knife hard. The Asset lost his first knife and as it flew away the man left himself open for just long enough for the Asset to grab him. With his left hand, the Asset grabbed the man by the throat, cutting off air. Pulling the man closer the Asset watched him struggle and caught his own breath.

 The man kicked the Asset over in a desperate bid for air. The Asset fell to the side and the man bolted for his shield.
Yanking it out the man turned around quickly.

 The Asset pulled his second knife and drove for the man.
The man slammed his shield into the metal arm holding the knife forcing the Asset to switch hands dropping the knife from his left to his right. The man dropped his shield down on that right hand sending the knife flying.

The man smacked the shield into the Asset's face sending the Asset back into a car. The Asset swung and the man spun around driving his shield deep into the Asset's metal arm.

Then, the man spun around, grabbed the Asset by the mask, and flipped the Asset over his shoulder. The Asset rolled as the mask fell off.

Standing with his back to the man the Asset lamented for a moment the grief he was going to get from the Program over the fact his mask was off. Turning to his opponent the Asset's hand was already on his other handgun.

But the man slid out of defensive position, "Bucky?" The man ask sounding truly shocked.
 For less than a moment what the Asset saw changed.

 Instead of the destruction all around them of the once busy street, he saw mountains covered in snow.
Instead of the street of cars and shattered glass, he saw a train flying over a ravine through those mountains.

But the man remained the same.

 The face still looked shocked and terrified FOR him. The man was reaching out calling to him by the same name in the same desperation.

But the dream of a time and place long gone, meant nothing, and was gone before the Asset could even grasp it.

 "Who the heck is Bucky?" The Asset snapped in English, just as smoothly as the Russian he had ordered the support around with, before raising the gun and taking aim.

 Out of the sky, the Asset was grabbed and thrown twenty feet by the black man from the car, now having donned the custom Falcon wings.

 As he tumbled the Asset heard a voice in his head that was solely him. A voice he hadn't heard, yet it felt like a piece forgotten, an old companion.

"You are." It answered his own question.

With it came a glimpse of a man so far from who the Asset was that it was laughable, but it was him. The man the Asset saw was young, and innocent, hair well maintained and slicked back looking sharp in a charming smile, and a suit, a far cry from the Asset now.

 "Finish the mission. Kill." The programming echoed loudly through his head.

 "You're Bucky." The voice insisted in his head.

 "No." The programming silenced the other voice.

The Asset hit the ground and rolled. Whipping around the man still stood there, vulnerable, stance relaxed, jaw agape, shield hanging by his side. "Kill." The programming ordered.

 "Don't." The voice sounded horrified at the thought, repulsed. He hesitated.

 "KILL!!" The programming screamed trying to regain control.

 The voice (his voice?) cried desperately, "Don't."

 But years of programming and training took over and the Asset took aim.

 The Asset would have ended it, suppressed both voices in one action had the redhead women never found his grenade launcher. The car exploded next to him and just like that the program had complete control again.

 It was time to leave, three on one was not good odds. The STRIKE team was inbound. He had completed most of his mission. His handlers would not be pleased. But it was time to go.

 And in the smoke of confusion, the Soldier was gone.

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