What If… Zombies?!
Summary: the world is infected and in need of saving; and in order for that to be done, sacrifices must be made
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daisy Johnson
Warnings: spoilers for 1x05 of What If, zombies, death, angst
Word Count: 809
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Bucky aimed his firearm at Wanda, her corpse vessel growling with displeasure. It was his duty to act as a distraction so that the others had an opportunity to escape and endorse in creating the cure. He turned, with glassy eyes, and looked at the woman that he had been fighting for; one of the last avengers to not be poisoned with the impending sickness that revelled throughout their veins and contorted them into hunger pledged monsters. Daisy Johnson AKA Quake. They had been through mountainous struggles together, survived and rejoiced in each other’s company from the forties to the present day, and he’d have chosen no other to have spent such time with.
Behind her doe brown eyes laid torment of the finest; she was aware that by his bravery and stupidity - his sacrifice, that she was about to lose him. Peter tried to pull the lady back, but she roused forwards as Wanda drew her magic around her lover; Vision had done a selfish thing by keeping her alive, but she knew that if she were in his position, then perhaps she’d have done the same thing. “No!” Daisy weirded out with her words, panic struggling down her throat as she viewed Bucky’s weapon hitting the ground, and before she could make the interface of the planet rattle, he was thrown into the sea of demise.
Tears bombarded her eyes, but they squinted say they stared at the witch, and she pushed her colleagues back. “Go, I’ll give you more time.” For Bucky had not given them enough, and the century that they had spent losing and finding each other was too short lived. This was the only way that she could rejoice after such a situation, that is if she managed to survive. Peter tried to argue with her, poor kid, but instead she chastised him away, and drew her hands onto the ground below, causing a turmoil source to shake Wanda’s bones. It was her last battle, she was to avenge the ones that she had lost; to avenge the one that she loved.
If Coulson could see her now, he’d be proud, and worried. A sigh of relief evacuated her lungs as she watched the aircraft carrying the survivors stubbornly take off, and with one last huff, she threw Wanda out from the sky. Vision would not approve of the actions that she was making, but he too had sacrificed himself, and now it was the two past friends fighting. She was prepared to give another burst of the world’s shaking upon the woman, but she reeled through the destroyer’s mind, made her see the face that was surely torn to pieces by the flesh eating wasps that urgently wanted to spread their disease.
And speaking of wasps, she could feel Hope stand, and catch the ship that her friends had taken off in. So whilst glaring at Wanda and imaging Bucky behind her forced eyes, she released a growl, pivoting her hands out to knock the giant into the sky and provide an escape for those that were left without sickness. It worked and Hope Vandyne tumbled, hitting many of her fellow walking dead as she fell, and that left her faced with Wanda. She stood no chance as she was grappled by red reels, but one last thing that came to mind was that she’d see Bucky again.
The only thing that she didn’t want was to become a flesh consuming monster, but there was nothing that she could do, not as red eyes bore upon her as though she were her favourite meal. But she did nothing but wait, causing anxiety to stir in Quake’s lungs, as she dreaded nothing but the worst. With a gulp and a deep breath, the agent composed herself, standing up straight as she prepared for what was come, but what she hadn’t expected, especially this early was for a monster to creep out from the rest, blood drenching his brunette locks and beard, a paisley coloured tone ringing in his skin, and yellow orbs replacing his regular sea eyes.
“James.” Her lover was now one of them, and she had lost all intention to fight. The world was already gone, there was nothing to save and nobody to save her; all of her heroes were now villains of their own appetites, as she could see before her. His head cocked to the side as saliva and guts sprung from his mouth, this wasn’t how she wanted her last memory to be of him, and she knew what she must do as he staggered towards him, barely recognising her. She leant down and braced her hand against the earth, destroying the planet and population before Thanos could; Peter’s quest to save everyone was too late, no one was going to survive this mass of ongoing death.
