i like the murder shit fam lets go
also, another shit excuse for a rant-
ALSO LIKE REALLY MINOR SPOILERS FOR ATHENA??? Idk
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He didn't like to do this. Despised it, to the marrow in his damned bones.

But a mission was a mission. And missions came before feelings.

Bucky forcefully shoved whatever self he had regained back in the few months to the back burner, studying the weapons lined up on the table. Good variety. The man, an apparent leader of the reforming Hydra organization, sat, body bound to a metal surface. His body was open, unscarred skin similar to an open canvas. Art is Steve's thing, he thought bitterly, but stuck with it nonetheless.

"Now," he murmured, voice low, "you're going to tell me everything you know, Dragomirov, or this gets real ugly," he flipped a favored dagger in his hand, "real fast." The man gave him a small, knowing smirk. "You think you're free, Asset, but I know otherwise. You're still the killer we made you to be," he spat, eyes gleaming with a wicked light.

The first blade went into his thigh.

The man's pained, wild screams echoed in the chamber. The Soldier blocked them out, picked up another one. Dragomirov wouldn't talk, not after something as easy as that. He pulled up his sleeves, swept his hair back. It wasn't like he wouldn't be covered in blood by the time this was done, but he could still try.

"Another chance, Dragomirov," he murmured, dragging the knife along his jawline and stopping at his neck. A thin trail of red was left behind. The man hissed in pain, glaring at the Asset with eyes full of rage.

"They-they will wipe you, until you're a sniveling heap of-" Didn't mean to. He did though. Bucky sent the man's head snapping to the side with a punch that seemed to reverberate through the entire agent's body. The man's face was gushing blood, leaving his neck and lower face crimson.

I should probably stop that, he thought distantly, taking a hold of the tip of the metal surface. He tipped it, leaving Dragomirov nearly up-side down. He figured that would do it. The Soldier grabbed a pair of pliers from the table, a vague idea of what to do next it the Hydra agent didn't give up what they needed.

The man was muttering a string of fancy profanities, most the Asset knew, some he didn't. After about a minute, he used his arm to swing the man up with an undetermined amount of speed, right into his elbow. Dragomirov shouted wordlessly, struggling against the restraints as if he wanted to reach up and touch his face. That would be fixed soon enough.

The Asset knelt down, grabbed a hold of the man's hand. "Another time, Dragomirov. Tell us where they are." "Go to hell," he growled, spat in the Asset's face. It was Bucky who placed the pliers on a fingernail and pulled like he was trying to lug a giant metal bar.

More screaming. Much, much more screaming. It meant he might break soon, might not. He was getting impatient, very fast. With a quiet exhale, he stood with some type of saw in his hands, waiting for the man to shut the hell up so he could get this over with. Somewhere, in his mind, he remembered Steve was watching this. Didn't matter. Steve had known from the get-go what a monster Hydra had turned him into.

"Don't talk, you lose a finger, Dragomirov," he muttered, speaking Russian. The man paled, an interesting contrast to the vivid blood on his body. Ah, yes, his body. He supposed he could start tracing things into his stomach with one of his knives before maiming, but he'd already said it. No turning back now.

Yet still, again, the man with dark hair shook furiously, defiance burning in his jade eyes.

The asset didn't just chop off the finger; sawed through it, the thickest one, his thumb. He went off balance every other second, his victim's screams painfully penetrating his ear. The blood soaked through his pants, wetted his skin. He would definitely be the last to shower.

The Soldier lifted the thumb to eye-level; a clean cut. Maybe he would sow it on later, cut it off at a different part and repeat. That probably wouldn't be necessary. He placed the finger on the table carefully.

He lifted a hammer from the table, observed it for a moment, before he aligned it with the target's knee. He had to admit, he'd never done this. No one had ever been stubborn enough to get this far. The man started screaming in rapid-fire Russian; which the soldier understood, for the most part. None of it included anything about Hydra, or Athena, he winced at the codename, so that meant he wasn't giving information.

So he swung.

Even he felt the pain in his knee, hearing that loud, sickening, slightly satisfying crunch as the hammer hit its mark. The screams were bordering so high pitched and loud that he just wouldn't be able to hear them anymore. The man looked pale, sweaty, like he was going to pass out.

The Soldier brought his hand across his face, snapping his head to the side. "No sleeping. Not until you give me what I need," he stated harshly, some words in a language he didn't remember the name of. But Dragomirov understood, eyes wide, struggling slowing. That was the look of a man who knew he was going to die.

Not yet.

The Soldier nimbly picked up a wickedly curved dagger, light reflecting in his eyes. He set the tip at the top of Dragomirov's abdomen, wondering if he should curve it or just drag it straight down.

The metal door swung open, heavy footsteps sounding in the echoing room. The Soldier, as easily as he had come, slipped back into the corners of Bucky Barnes's mind, leaving a bloodied, broken man standing in front of a bleeding body.

"Buck," Steve murmured. He turned around slowly, blue eyes ice cold. He gripped the handle, no, blade, tightly. He could feel the serrated edges digging into his hand, blood drops coming in contact with the floor.

"It's me, Buck. It's Steve. It's over, it's done. Take a rest," he murmured, venturing closer. He clenched his fist, once, and let the knife go. It fell to the ground, bloodied. He turned to face his friend, Steve, Steve who was so good and honest- Steve, and let himself practically fall into his solid body. He didn't hear much else.
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,,,goodbye friends