Bucky Barnes Soldier Novels & Stories

"When the Architect is gone, what will you do? You are just a line of code in a dead story." The soldier did not blink. He tightened his grip on the gun. "I do not care about the story. I follow orders. And my order is to erase you." He began to pull the trigger. I did not think. I dove to the side, throwing the metal wrench I still held in my hand. It struck the soldier’s shoulder. He groaned and his aim went wide. A beam of blue light tore through the wall behind me, spraying bits of concrete everywhere. Bryan used the moment of confusion. He swung his body, using his tied legs as a heavy weight to crash into the soldier’s knees. The soldier went down, his weapon clattering across the floo

The idea scared the group, but Archer’s words were powerful, encouraging the team to pull together they successfully made it out alive and returned their fallen leader to his family. Archer had faced a lot of battles that day, his armour had failed him, a grenade had smashed through the barrier of a building beside the compound, splattering dust and shrapnel everywhere. Despite his evident injuries, Archer soldiered on, hissing through the pain on every step. He refused any first aid until he knew his team was safe and out of harm’s way. Johnson admired his fellow soldier for his determination and quick thinking when no one else would stand up to the plate.

“Are you exaggerating? Even the head of the orthopedic hospital took a look at my dad’s leg and said there was nothing he could do. How can you cure it?” Ben walked over and said, “I remember you used to be a delivery boy before serving in the army. After being a soldier for five years, you now know how to cure someone? Could it be that you joined the medical team to treat the wounded?” “No wonder he made it out alive after spending five years on the battleground, he wasn’t a frontliner at all, he was just treating the wounded!” Xena crossed her arms in front of her chest and said sarcastically, “I thought he was a hero, but he was just backup, haha!”

A short moment later, dozens of armed soldiers without symbols of their titles descended from the helicopters with ropes. The man that led them seemed to be very young. He swiftly walked toward Tobias Baker and bowed. “Mr. Baker, a batch of wounded soldiers were sent back from the Central America battlefield. Every single one of them is facing severe casualties. I’ve received orders to request you to operate on them as soon as possible. Please understand!” After he was finished talking, he did not waste another second and took Tobias Baker away. Immediately, Yonathan York walked up to him furiously and shouted.

But then Maddy had an accident to save him. Before the surgery, she cried and pulled his sleeve, asking if he could wait for her. Bucky couldn't bear it anymore. Towards the girlfriend who had just saved him, he really couldn't open his mouth to say "No". After that, Maddy became unconscious, a vegetable. Mary replaced her sister to stay by Bucky's side. Mr. Quitman aroused Bucky's resistance again. That day, he watched the plane carrying Maddy fly into the air, and he seemed to see a rope tied to the plane, and that rope was tied to Mr. Quitman's hand.

Jackson kicked his door open and rolled out just as bullets started pinging against the armored plating. Shadows emerged from the fire. These weren't normal soldiers. One of Arthur's men walked through the flames. His clothes were burning, but he didn't seem to feel it. His eyes glowed with a faint, sick green light. He walked up to a car blocking his way and flipped it over with his bare hands. "They are enhanced," Jackson cursed. He aimed and fired. Bang! The shotgun blast hit the soldier in the chest. He stumbled back, fell... and then stood up again, shaking off the impact like a fly bite.

*Bang* The soldier closed his eyes, expecting to die, yet the pain he awaited never came. All he saw was a wall of earth shielding him. It wasn’t just him. His comrade who was about to be clobbered by an earth hammer was also by his side. He looked to the one who saved his life. “Captain” he exclaimed! Captain Zakai smiled and said, “I couldn’t save the others. But I wouldn’t let another person die before my eyes.”

two soldiers, fresh off deployment, their uniforms crisp but their eyes tired and hungry. The taller one, with buzzed dark hair and a jawline that could cut glass, caught my eye first. He called himself Frank, broad shoulders straining against his shirt as he leaned on the bar next to me. His buddy, shorter but built like a tank with sandy blond hair and a cocky grin, was Ben. They were on leave, celebrating survival, and the way they scanned the room made my skin tingle.

The footsteps of several soldiers could be heard coming from the long hallway outside Zach’s room. The sound of their boots was rhythmic, typical of a platoon just finishing their shift. Steven, who was still leaning against the wall, turned his head slightly, while Zach remained standing by the window. Three soldiers passed by, then one of them slowed down. He glanced at Steven, as if checking something. A few seconds later, they stopped. “Excuse me,” the soldier said, his tone polite yet full of curiosity. “Lieutenant Breece.”

Matthew was out on deployment, and I was left with no one, only my thoughts and my burning rage for revenge. Buddha was the first to give me a hug. The rest of the team knew I needed time to sort through my thoughts, but there was nothing like a Buddha hug. Buddha, also known as Patrick Parsons, was a walking contradiction. He looked like the Rock with his bald bronze head, packed muscles, and tattoos cascading up his arms and all over his chest. He looked like a beast, but in reality, he was a gentle giant. Although his personality was soft. His artillery skills were one of the sharpest in the world. His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world.