Wesker was a force to be reckoned with as a normal person, with powers on, Bucky felt the cold grip of realization: he had next to no chance of facing him and winning.

Before, that would have been fine. A year ago and he could have fought with all his might in one final blaze of glory and gone down happy; he was ready to die for his cause. Now things were different, now he had something to live for. The Capitol wouldn't bring him back to life, he wouldn't want them to anyway, he had to do everything in his power to live. He'd promised Sam.

Bucky blinked and and Wesker was moving, Bucky's sword came up, the next moment found Wesker's fist meeting up with the flat part of the blade near the hilt. A second into the fight and Bucky already found himself on the defensive.