#black f!reader

Stopping to tie her sneakers against the gravel floor; her tongue clicks in disapproval at the specs of blood that leak down her fingertips, staining her white laces.

 Steve, has already disappeared into a run motel to ‘talk down’ the murderous lunatic. Once Steve gets his ass handed to him. Natasha will intervene near the buildings exit point. When she fails, Imari will corner the target into a train station. The abandoned station lay beneath the undisturbed street. Long forgotten in the newer schematics of the city- the schematics that the avengers had built this capture around. 

Once the hero’s realize the Winter Soldier and mercenary for hire, can’t be found at the established meeting point. They will scramble to find the pair. This gives Imari twenty short minutes to send hydra a gruesome message, then flee the wrath of two very pissed off avengers.

Ducking behind a graffiti covered truck she awaits.

The jagged rocks on the pavement scrape her ashy knees raw. A welcome distraction to her stinging palm; inflicted by the mercy of a dagger she previously ran across. Wait, wait, wait-. Prey sprints across an eerily empty street. The bloody circle on the floor causes his eyes to blow open in realization.Now. By the time he had realizes there’s a trap set- its too late. His body sinks beneath the floor.

Imari follows in pursuit, every molecule of hers uncomfortably slamming through hardened cement. By the time her feet fold at the impact of railroad tracks. Imari is stumbling, breathless. She huffs in one deep intake of air before her legs move to their own accord.

Her calves burn with great intensity. propelling her in the direction of a quick figure. The Winter Soldier is fast- Which is just fine, the lioness loves a good hunt.

Yanking a bloodied blade from the holster on her waist Imari sends the knife soaring through the air. A grunt echos the dimly lit tunnel. The blade imbedding itself into his shoulder. Exhaustion and soreness endured in the previous battles distract him. Slowing to relieve his pain; yanking the blade out of his shoulder and tossing it behind. Imari moves in flashes. 

Tackling him with all the force she can muster. Imari shoves the Winter Soldier to the floor.

His skin grates against tattered wood. Rolling to his back, nearly avoiding the fist that flies past his face. Bringing his elbow up to smack into her face, hard. The bruising blow he receives to his right eye; followed by a sickening punch to his mouth. The hit causes his teeth to rip open his lips, flooding his mouth with blood. The vicious intent behind every one of these hits indicates that this assailant, is nothing like the previous two. She strikes, another merciless hit at his jaw, which he dodges much to her dismay.

Bucking the brute force of his hips, the Winter Soldier throws the woman off him. Subverting his expectation, she rolls backwards into a kneel. The moment she takes to stabilize herself; Is the moment the soldier uses to jump off the floor and into her.

A heavy boot-covered foot pins Imari. Awkwardly nudged between the floor and the cool cement wall. Her bloody hand grabs his foot, she’s desperately pulling. It’s of no use. Her vision blurs, the man towering over her fading into nothing but a muddle of long hair. More pressure. Imari is sure the Winter Soldier will break her neck clean off her body. Using opposing hand she buries the dagger he foolishly threw aside deep into his calf.

 A rush of adrenaline and endorphins flood Imari’s system as he staggers backward. The cool sensation of blood mingles with her bruising neck. The pain of a crushed larynx increasing by a tenfold. Then all feeling dissipates, into a soothing numbness.

Imari re-focuses just in time- To doge under the leg that is soaring where her head was previously stationed. Noticing he did’t even bother to remove the blade. She makes quick work of catching it; pulling through muscle tissue, returning the dagger her grasp.

The blood that splatters against her teeshirt proves that her actions were painful. To her dismay the man before her is deadly silent. They circle each other. She studies him for the first time. Long hair sweeps over his eyes, yet he seems to see her just fine. He’s emotionless, silent. His lip is perfectly healed and aside from dirt. There’s not a single scar on his pale skin.

A smile overtakes her as she lunges. At the same time he does.

The following minutes are vexingly challenging for them both. Sweat drips, staining her previously white tee transparent. Every hit she throws is returned with just as much vigour. 

By the time the winter soldier has one metal hand pining Imari’s neck to the wall he’s agitated. A furrowed brow pulls at the smiling woman before him itches a burning annoyance into him. 

Imari knows she’s lost when she misses the weight of a pistol against her hip. If this is how it ends, she’ll go. Knowing she broke the winter soldiers resolve. Chest burning at the lack of oxygen, she shoots a sickening smile. Her body crumples to the floor when the soldier releases her. The kicks he sends flying at her ribs. Rob her of whatever breath she’s desperately regained. Soon the taste of iron chokes upwards her mouth and lands onto his shoe.

He remembers murdering women before; if not a twisted sense of chivalry.  What is stopping him this time?

He wants to do this. This kill comes from no ones order. A vendetta of his very own. The sickening realization that he’s slipping into a true monster. 

His blue eyes blow wide as he looks down at the still figure. Whatever. Footsteps echo the walls. Shit. It’s time to go, he knows it. Yet the Winter Soldier can’t help but uncharacteristically waste a few seconds. Will she rise?

It isn’t until he notices her hand twitch that he takes off. He’d finish this next time. 

Imari’s hand falls from holding her bruised ribs together. She’s smearing the blood that falls from her chapped lips to the floor. As she watches his figure retreat she sinks through the floor.

Narrowly avoiding the pair of avengers who still with concern, at the pool of blood covering the tracks.