Imagine: Steve Rogers And Winter Soldier Are Babysitting Your Child

Imagine: Steve Rogers and Winter Soldier are babysitting your child

Request from:  Anonymous

"I'm telling you, you're doing this in a wrong way, Steve" Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.

Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk. The problem was the liquid was cold. Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve's hand. "Give it to me. He's going to be sick if you'll feed him with a cold milk!" brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. "It shall has a room temperature."

Steve grinned, looking at his friend. "I didn't know you know that much about children" he pointed out, smirking.

Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger. "Nah. It's just an instinct.." he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.

Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve's fingers. Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.

When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy's back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink. Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch. Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down - little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths. "Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!" Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.

***

Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry. Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby's bedroom. Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks. Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms. "Hey, baby boy.." he whispered in a soft voice of his. "Why are you crying?" Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy. Bucky couldn't help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.

Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back. "That was incredibly sweet."

It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend's eyes. However he only nodded, smiling too. "I've been telling you. It's nothing more but instinct" brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve's side before he left the room.

Author: Beast

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Imagine: finding kitten and 10th Doctor let you keep it.

„Doctor! I'm back!” You yelled, entering TARDIS. Your clothes were really wet because it started raining when you were going back.

The Doctor looked at you and blinked „What happend to you?”

You giggled putting your wet hair behind your ear „Nothing, It’s raining outside. Rain caught me and now I'm wet.” You shrugged gently.

He only shook his head „Y/N I told you to take umbrella, You will be sick again.” The Doctor said worried, watching you.

„I’ll be fine, really, don’t worry.” You said taking off you jacket and putting it away

The Doctor stroked you cheek, it was cold „I’m alway worried, you good know this.”

You nodded and nuzzled to his warm hand „I know… that’s why I love you.”

Suddenly both of you could her quiet meow

„A cat here? Where?” The doctor looked around confiused

You sighed and pulled out small kitten from under your shirt, it was as wet as you were. You smiled at The Doctor „Can we keep it? I couldn’t leave her alone in rain.”

He blinked „A kitten… I’m not sure if this is a good idea Y/N”

„Please… Please! Everything will be allright, I’ll take care of her I promise. You know I love cats… All animals… please..” You said looking at him with your big eyes.

The doctor couldn’t help, When You were looking at him like this He couldn’t say no „Okay… Fine but you really must take care of it, you promise?”

You nodded, jumping happily „I promise!” You hugged to him and kissed him softly

„Okay, okay. You two are wet… Go find towel.”

„Oh… Yes, sorry.” You giggled and gave kitten to him „Be right back.”

The Doctor smiled at you and looked at kitten „Aren’t you cute?” He said softly, rubbing kitten’s ear.

Kitten only purred happily.

Author: Cass

Gif: X

Imagine: Bucky is learning you Romanian

Request from: Anonymous

You were an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D since a month. You had a good contact with almost all of the Avengers, you quickly caught the contact with them because of your good interpersonal abilities. There was only one person, in front of whom you was scared to stand.. James Bucky Barnes. Yes. That tall, handsome former Winter Soldier always was making you feel incredibly unsure about yourself. You were losing your confidence as soon his blue eyes were falling on you. You were even more scared when director Fury ordered you to learn Romanian. You had to do it because of you assignment to a new mission. As concerns your experience on a missions, it was something about what you didn't prefer to talk. You have only been once to Vienna with Black Widow and Falcon. And now you had to support Bucky himself at his infiltrating mission in Bucharest. Your stress has only been increased by a fact, that Bucky will learn you Romanian. "Y/N, really, am I demand too much?" Bucky rolled his eyes once again, leaning his head on his crossed palms. You were at 10th lesson of Romanian and that was a day, when you had a little test. As it was easy to predict, you earn only half points from a stakes. "But... Bucky... I've been telling you not once... I still have problem with a pronunciation of all those long words..." You lowered your gaze, looking hardly at your nails. "You had to train it. And? You as always did nothing" he growled lazily. "Listen, Y/N, it's a fucking important mission to me. To us all. We have to penetrate one of a government's bases there, so we have to be well-prepared. That means you have to speak Romanian. Not fluently, no, I'm just demanding you to be understandable for others. They don't know English" he rubbed his chin, yawning at the same time. "Okay. Once again. But focus this time, okay?" You gave a nod and took a breath. "Trebuie să ia aceste documente la un seif" he said slowly. You cleared your throat. "Trebuie să ştiu un cod care să o, domnule.." you said quietly. Brunette measured you with a cold gaze, but then a little mischief grin appeared on Bucky's lips. "Good. Now it's much better. Tell me now, how to say TO OPEN in Romanian?" "A deschide" you whispered, trying to avoid his glance. Bucky smiled gently, nodding. "Exactly. And how to say A RED BRIEFCASE?" he asked. "O servietă roșie" you put a lock of your hair behind your ear before you dared to look at Bucky. He was smiling, no anger or disillusionment  on his face. That caused a huge relief to you. "Good. You see? You have to focus and then it's good. I hope that after next several lessons you'll speak more efficiently" his voice was low but incredibly  magnetic and charming. The fact was that you have fallen for that harsh man long time ago. Of course you were too shy to tell him about it. Besides, you thought always that he would only laugh at you, when you would tell him the truth. You packed your stuff to a bag and you got up from a chair. "Thank you Bucky" you said, giving him a brief glance. He was making an order at the desk, when you did, so he even didn't notice it. He only waved his hand. "No problem. But you shall train your pronunciation. Remember it" Bucky said. You only nodded, but when you was about to leave, something deep inside your soul adviced you to say one more thing aloud. Of course in Romanian. "Tu ești un om mare, Bucky. Mereu te-am admirat tu. Și, ca să fiu sincer, trebuie să recunosc că am o pasiune pentru tine. Noapte bună." You saw, how Bucky stiffened and how he turned his head to face you. With a mix of a wonderment and disbelief in those beautiful blue eyes of his.. But you noticed also one more thing. His cheeks were red. "You're blushing, Mr Barnes" you whispered, smiling. Then you left the room, smiling to yourself.

Author: Nad

Gif: X

The chronicles of the winter || Part VII

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V  || Part VI continuation of imagine

Summary: Bucky and Steve woke up in Hydra’s base... nothing gonna be so easy now.

Word Count: 2765

Warnings: none

He slowly opened his eyes, looking around with unconscious glance. He was in a little room. He almost immediately recognized that place. It was his room in Hydra’s base. “Fuck..” Bucky cursed under his breath, slowly sitting at the edge of bed. His head was hurting so badly, he had dizzy.

Few minutes have passed before he was able to rise from his seat. He walked to the door unsteadily, leaning his metal hand against a cold wall for a support. He put hand at a handle and he tried to opened the door, but he quickly realized they were locked.

“Not so quick, soldier” a soft voice came to his ears from behind. He turned around and frowned. From the shadow of his room appeared a figure. Redhead female. “You…” he growled, his hands clenched into fists. The woman took a lock of her hair behind her ear. She smirked, her eyes were glowing in a dim light falling to the room throughout a little window placed under the ceiling. “And who were you expecting, soldier?” she asked in a soft voice. “Someone competent” he snapped angrily in response. Another wave of a terrible headache caused, that Bucky almost lost his balance, so he leaned his back against the metal door. Female laughed, but her laugh was cold like a ice needles. “So here I am, soldier” girl without any signs of a hesitation took a seat at Bucky’s bed, her eyes were still on him. “If you think that someone from captaincy will come to bargain, you’re fucking wrong, honey.” “Don’t call me that, fucking slatch” he threw her an angry glance, what only caused another wave of her laugh. “Where’s Steve?” Woman slowly, with a grace, crossed her legs. “Our doctors are taking care of him now” she said with a shrug. “So will they about you too, soon.”

Bucky took a deep breath. He only wanted to break her neck, but it wouldn’t help at the moment. He needed to invent a good plan, if he wanted to help  himself and Steve. “Get out” he finally snarled, not even looking at the woman. “I wanna be alone.”

Redhead was sitting still for a moment, then she slowly rose from the place and with a swing in her hips, she approached him. He didn’t see a fear in her. She was a weapon. So was he. At least they had something in common… He frowned again, when her palm has rested at his metal limb. Her fingers traced a way down, to his palm. “You see, soldier. That’s our fate. To be alone” she said, her blue eyes shifted over his body to finally rest at his face.

He couldn’t bear it any longer, he couldn’t bear her glance, so gently but decisively he pushed her back. “Don’t touch me” Bucky muttered quietly, this time he didn’t run away with his own glance. He was looking hardly into her eyes. If this was a test of strength, he couldn’t gamble away…

A little smile crept onto her lips, before she nodded slightly. “Move away” she ordered coldly, so he did. He shifted aside, making a space at door. Female opened the door with a little golden key, which she pulled out of her pocket. She didn’t look at him, when she was leaving his room. She didn’t even look around, when she was walking along the long corridor, with that sweet swing in her hips. She was so hipnotizing…

Bucky was surprised that she didn’t lock his door again, but deep inside he knew it could be nothing more but trap, so he decided to not risk too much. He closed the door and he walked to his bed. He sat on the mattress, letting out a deep sigh. That woman started to annoy him. She was too confident. Too reinless. He thought that she has been through same tortures he has been through for all those years. Bucky slowly laid his head at the single pillow, looking up at the ceiling. He closed eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the sleep wouldn’t want to come to him. Bucky’s thoughts were still going about Steve. He couldn’t stop it. But finally, after several minutes, he fell asleep.

He had a nightmare. He was in a room filled with darkness. He heard a familiar voice. “Till the end of the line, Buck.” In next moment he felt a blade stabbed his heart.

He woke up, covered in a cold sweat. He had to find Steve.

Steve woke up groggy and very unsure of where he was. There were voices around him but Steve couldn’t make out what they were saying, and there were metal bands being secured to different parts of his body, locking him in place in what felt like a chair. Something was shoved into his mouth.

The murmur of voices suddenly cut off and then…

PAIN.

The most intense pain Steve had ever felt, radiating throughout his head. He didn’t know where it was coming from, but it was all consuming, keeping him from thinking about anything except the pain. Eventually, the pain stopped. And then, after a while, it started up again.

Steve opened his eyes slowly, giving himself time to adjust to the new light. When there were no more spots in his eyes he could see a tiled ceiling above him, florescent lights spaced evenly throughout it.

After a few moments of wondering, Steve sat up and looked around. He was lying in a small bed in a small room. It felt familiar, looking similar to a single hospital room.

Suddenly some unfamiliar figure entered to the room. “Captain, it’s very good to see you awake” the man’s voice was smooth and he took a few extra steps into the room. Steve stood up to greet him, and shook his hand when the man offered his. “Where am I?” Steve asked simply, trying to remember, who that man might be. “You’re in the Complex Zero” man uttered slightly. “You’re working for our organization, Captain.” Steve’s brow went up in a consternation when four armed soldiers entered the room, taking places next to the door.

Steve cleared his throat anxiously. “If you don’t mind my asking, Sir, what exactly is going on?” Man looked him over for a few moments, before he spoke. “Captain Rogers, we are going to reveal to you some information that you’re really not going to like. But, once you understand, I believe that you will see that we are on the right side of this.” Steve only felt more confusion. “Of course, Sir… I’m sure whatever you have to tell me can’t be that bad…right?” “Alright, Captain Rogers” man sighed, “the truth of the matter is that we work for an organization, in fact, I’m one of the heads of said organization, that fights against what you might consider ‘the right thing.’ We fight for the people, if you give people too much freedom, such horrible things can happen. Two World Wars, for example, and so many other wars. Our organization’s purpose is to help the world’s population in making the decisions that they are not ready to make. We do good work, Captain Rogers.”

Steve frowned. “I…don’t understand” he admitted. “Why would I be against that? I mean, it just sounds like you’re doing what a government would do, right? You’re making the big decisions so everyone else doesn’t have to. Isn’t that what our government has always done?”

One of the soldiers smiled widely. “Precisely, Captain Rogers. We’re just doing what anyone else would do.”

“So…why, exactly, would I be against it?” Everyone in the room tensed ever so slightly. After a few tense moments, man in the suit sighed. “Because we go by the name Hydra, Captain.”

For a few seconds it was so silent. Then Steve was in motion, sprinting towards the door. People cursed, and Steve felt two pairs of hands clamp down on him. He managed to yank out of three of the hands, but one had a good grip and didn’t let go of his shirt. Steve reached the door anyway, but there was nothing he could do - the door was biometrically locked. Steve whirled around, coming face to face with the soldier, who owned the hand still grasping his shirt. Steve slammed a fist into the man’s face, which made him stumble away, but then another man was suddenly there,throwing punches and kicking out.

When the two of them managed to pin him, there was the slight pinch on his neck of a needle sliding in, and after another moment, his vision faded to black.

It has been three or four days since the moment, when he and Steve have been captured by Hydra. Bucky couldn’t bear with the feeling of an anxiety about Steve, so he decided to try to find his friend. Using the fact his doors weren’t locked, Bucky slowly opened them and walked at the corridor. He looked around, but there were no guards or soldiers, so brunette apace walked ahead.

I’m wasted… All I wanna do is find you. I’m faded… All I wanna do is save you.

All the corridors were similar, but he was taking the way instinctively. He knew that place as his own pocket. It was easy for him to find a correct way to the laboratory level. He had a feeling that Steve was there.

Bucky rapidly opened the huge metal door at the end of one of the corridors and he needed to blink few times. An alburnum of the next corridor has blinded him for a while. When his eyes got used to it, he started to walk along the corridor, faster and faster with each step.

Suddenly he heard a loud scream and he recognised the voice. It was Steve. Bucky ran ahead, as fast as he only could. At the end of the corridor he fell at few guards, they were trying to stop him, but Bucky attacked them with all his might. As soon as they all were down, he forced the door in and he steeped into the small room. There was only a huge window opposite him, so Barnes walked to it. He looked through it and paled.

He saw a huge laboratory room. There was a single metal chair in the middle of the room. And there Steve was sitting… Bucky hitted in the window few times, but it was a bulletproof tempered glass. It only caused that few doctors raised their heads to give him a look. Bucky was cursing loudly, still hitting the window’s glass. He sweared to himself that he’ll kill them all. For what they did to Steve…

There was also a man, dressed in a black suit. He threw Bucky a rude gaze, a mischief grin appeared on man’s face.

Suddenly Bucky felt a strong blow in the back of his head. He fell in the ground, loosing his senses.

“Any progress?” Steve knew that voice, but he couldn’t place where from.

“It’s the same each day. The first six hours after the wipe are perfect, he’s just like The Soldier, taking orders without question, doing anything and everything we require of him. However, after that, he continuing gets better and better until, at twenty-four hours, he’s the same man he was before the wipe. We’re at eleven hours right now. It’s quite remarkable, really, the way the serum in his blood works, regenerating his brain cells again and again without fault.”

There was a sound of annoyance, and then there was a hand on his chin, lifting his head. Steve blinked blearily, his vision a little foggy, and looked up at the sort-of-familiar face now hovering in front of him. It was a man in suit, with glasses, who was looking at him curiously.

“Are you in there, Captain?” the man’s mouth moved and the words came out, but they seemed disconnected in Steve’s mind. Steve didn’t know how to reply to the words, didn’t particularly understand what they meant, so he just stared back at the man and tried to remember where he’d seen him before. Nothing was clicking, so Steve gave up on trying, it would come back to him eventually. Probably…

Steve yanked against the metal bands restraining him to the chair, glaring at all of the technicians in the room. They all seemed to be waiting for something, none of them meeting his eyes. Frankly, Steve didn’t really know why they weren’t wiping him again, that’s what they always did when he fully regained himself again. Steve didn’t quite know why, if they knew he was going to get his fully memory back after twenty-four hours, why keep trying? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

Finally, the door to the room slid open and in walked man named Aiden Black, the freaking head of Hydra. He was dressed, as per usual, in a tailored three-piece suit. Redhead female came in behind him, in her normal fitted black shirt and pants, and black leather jacket. “Good morning, Captain. I trust you slept well?” Black said congenially, hands in his trouser pockets. Steve simply glared back, scowling, not giving them any response. At his lack of answer, Black simply shrugged. “Ah, well. It doesn’t matter. I’m here to talk to you about your new and complete loyalty to Hydra.”

Steve couldn’t help but scoff at that. “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you actually think that I’m going to ever be loyal to Hydra. I won’t do a single thing for you, Black.”

Black just gave a knowing smile and tilted his head. “We’ll see about that. Bring him in!” Suddenly, the door slid open again and few soldiers walked in, looking slightly smug, which was a little disconcerting considering the circumstances. Behind one of the soldiers was another man. The man had shoulder-length brown hair and a metal arm, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing Steve had ever seen and the man’s face…

Oh shit.

“B-Bucky?” Steve stuttered out.

It was Bucky, but, at the same time, it wasn’t. His face was expressionless, his eyes staring lifelessly at the wall far behind Steve. His arms hung loosely at his sides, fingers not even twitching as he stood, perfectly still. There was something so… blank about him, something so dead, that it made a shudder run up Steve’s spine.

“Quite the sight, isn’t he?” Black said proudly, going to stand by Bucky’s side. He put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and Steve yanked against his bindings at the sight, snarling and gnashing his teeth like a wild animal. “His arm, it’s been modified throughout the years as the world had a lot of technological advances, but it’s quite similar to the original model.”

Seeing Bucky standing in front of him was life changing, even though Bucky wasn’t quite himself.

“You’re a smart man, Captain Rogers, I’m sure you can put the pieces together. How does Mr. Barnes fit into your new loyalty to us?” The blonde snarled, understanding perfectly. “If I don’t cooperate, if I don’t do everything you say, you’ll hurt him. You’ll hurt Bucky.”

Black nodded, satisfied. “Exactly, Captain Rogers, you got it in one. Now, you are going to be released from that chair, and you are not going to attack anyone. If you do, well, you will be subdued and Mr. Barnes will be hurt. Have I made myself clear?” Steve nodded, resigned and Black nodded to one of the technicians, who pushed a couple buttons on his computer and the metal bands holding Steve down snapped open. Steve immediately jumped to his feet and rushed to Bucky’s side, murmuring his name.

Black took a few steps towards the door, and then turned back. “Oh, one last thing, Captain Rogers. Hidden away in Mr. Barnes’s metal arm is not only a tracking devise that works anywhere in the world, but an explosive devise that will make him and anything within two-hundred feet of him go boom. So I want to make myself very clear, Captain, if you try to escape, whether you’re on mission with Mr. Barnes or just hanging about this facility, I will not hesitate to push a button and make sure you won’t even be able to scrape pieces of him off the sidewalk, he’ll be so demolished.”

There was a pause, and then Aiden Black smiled, completely at ease. “I look forward to us working together, Captain.”

Author: Beast

Imagine: Your father, the Winter Soldier, is expecting to see you with a good manners at an upcoming S.H.I.E.L.D party

Request from:  Anonymous

It was late in the evening when Bucky finally came back to his little house at the suburbs of the New York.

Tomorrow it has to be a very important day to him - a banquet in the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. There might be a lot of an important figures. Including the directorate of the organisation.

There was only one little problem. The Winter Soldier's daughter.

Bucky took off his jacket and threw it carelessly at the couch in a living room. Then he directed his steps at an upper floor, heading directly into his daughter's room.

He knocked briefly before he came in, not even waiting for her permission to do so.

"Y/N, we need to talk" he said simply, igniting the light.

The teenager was laying on the bed, in her headphones on her head. He could easily hear what she was listening to, it was one of his favourite songs, "Enjoy the silence" by Depeche Mode.

As soon as light has brightened the room, girl at on the bed and gave him a look.

"DAAAAD! I DIDN'T SAY YOU CAN COME IN!" she yelled in a low voice, rolling her eyes as she did so.

A mischief grin appeared on Bucky's lips before he spoke.

"Do you remember what's tomorrow?"

Girl only huffed angrily, laying back down on her pillow.

"Sure I do, but I'm not planning to go there. I have better things to do".

Bucky chuckled coldly.

"Like what, my dear? If you think you'll again be riding around the city with that silly idiot, I mean your boyfriend, you're so wrong, babygirl" he leaned his back against the door frame. "You're going at the banquet with me, I don't want to hear any complaining about that".

Girl took her headphones off and crossed her arms on her chest.

"I said no. Can't you understand that? Lord! I just won't sit there, look like a little plastic doll and be supppper sweeeeet to your friends" she shrugged slightly. "I wanna party with my homies, dad! God, you'll never understand a girly needs!"

Bucky ran fingers through his thick hair, letting out a loud sigh.

"Y/N, please. It's really deadly important to me. Can you at least give it a try?"

He was so done at the moment, but he knew that if he will pass it out, he won't be able to execute anything else from her for next few days. She was oh so stubborn. Just like her mother...

"Please. Only 4 hours. You'll put  something fancy, but okay, I can agree for something else than a dress. You'll talk with people a bit, then you'll be free" he was trying to give her a reasonable arguments. He just wanted her to understand his position..

Girl was silent for a while, however after that she got off her bed and walked to him, nuzzling tightly to his chest.

"Okay dad. But only this one time. I'm not keen on stuff like that and you know it" she whispered.

Bucky wrapped arms around her waist and hugged her tightly.

"That's my girl" he mumbled happily, inhaling a scent of a shampoo from her fluffy dark hair.

She lifted her chin to face him.

"Nothing can cool us down, dad" she said.

Bucky gave a nod, giggling a bit.

"Pizza?" He offered, smiling brightly.

Young woman nodded and ran quickly to the kitchen.

Author: Beast

Gifs: X X

The chronicles of the winter || Part III

Part II Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 1273

Warnings: none

Ten minutes to eliminate the Captain America is more than generous. He didn’t make a sound, he was trained not to make a sound. While the van was standing at the little parking lot next to the main street in the city center, he was awaiting, in a shade of a huge skyscraper. Leaning his back against the cold wall of the building, he once again repeated his plan.

Take your aim… HE’S ONLY A TARGET. Cut him down… THAT PREMONITION THAT I KNEW HIM. Your bullet can’t ricochet….

Finally he heard some voices. Target wasn’t alone…

“Are you sure it’s here?” Sam asked hesitantly. “Excuse me? Are you undermining my navigational skills now?” Natasha barked loudly, getting out of their car. Steve, who at that moment was standing next to the vehicle, was looking around. “Stop, immediately, both of you” he said in a harsh voice of his. “It’s not a good moment for arguments, do you understand?” Natasha only rolled her eyes, taking a seat at the hood of the car. “What’s now, Cap?” she asked coldly. “I’m telling you, Steve. It could be anyone else. Maybe they’re wrong.” Captain didn’t answer at her words, because he noticed the black van standing at a one of free parking spaces.

In the same time Soldier decided to start an action. He turn around, stepping out of the shadow and he aimed. But he quickly realized the target was firing his own weapon at him, one bullet has striked him in the chest where his tactic vest absorbed the impact. In the next moment the target launched himself at the Soldier. He was good, Bucky had to admitted… He was stronger and faster than target was, but he had to concentrate to block man’s blows and get through his defences. He lost his own weapon early in the exchange. Bucky was finally able to sweep blonde man’s feet out from under him and he went down. He straddled the target, circling his neck with his hands. It will take only moments now…

But the target wasn’t alone. Bucky felt a strong blow aimed in his neck, so for a short moment he lost his concentration. Not even taking eyes off the target, with his metal arm he grabbed second person, who was still standing behind them. He easily threw the person aside. With a corner of his eye he noticed it was a redhead woman.

He again focused on the target beneath him. But the target wasn’t done. He managed to get one leg up to Bucky’s throat, to force him down and break the grip that’s depriving him of breath. He almost managed to get away. No one has managed to come so close to escaping the Soldier… But he had him pinned again in a moment… The target began to strike out with no technique, just blind panic, arms and legs were flailing against him. As he gasped for breath that won’t come, one of the target’s hand reached out and grabbed his face mask, pulling it off.

The target saw his face, and he freezed. The target knows him…

Second strong blow in the neck threw Soldier out of the target, straight at the concrete. He made a coup forward and quickly got back on his feet. There was one more person besides the woman. It was a tall black man. A strong man…

The target got up from the ground with help of his comrade. Bucky felt target’s eyes on himself.

Soldier slowly turned his head to face blonde man. “BUCKY?!” the target whispered quietly. Soldier for a second was silent, than he narrowed his brows and barked. “Who the hell is Bucky?”

He didn’t know what the target was talking about. But the familiar feeling of knowing that man came back to Soldier’s head.

Suddenly an apparent peace has been interrupted by shots. The two men who came at the place with the Soldier, seeing what was going on at the parking lot, decided to step into an action. They were aiming in the target and his comrades. Suddenly Soldier heard a female scream. Redhead has been shot in her arm and she fell on the ground, squeaking quietly.

“Get to the fucking van!” one of the mercenaries screamed loudly, giving a sign to the Soldier, while the second was distracting the target.

Bucky ran straight to the car and quickly got in. After a moment second of the men jump to the van too and he shut the door as he did. A driver hardly pressed the accelerator and after a while they were on a way back to the private airport.

His handler was standing on the stairs, just out of reach, he held a pistol firmly in both hands. It didn’t matter. The Soldier knew he could kill the man if he wanted to. He had a gun in his boot and three knives, and he wouldn’t even need any of them. He could cross the distance between them and break the man’s neck before he could pull the trigger or say the words. But he didn’t. The handler’s controls was fraying, but they weren’t quite broken yet. “Soldier, report” his handler ordered. The Soldier didn’t even do his handler the courtesy of looking at him, keeping his eyes directed to the floor. He was sitting at the narrow brick wall, in the huge devastated, abandoned air shed. “You failed your mission, Soldier. I need your report.” That made the Soldier turn to his handler. He knew he did. “Who am I?” Bucky asked. “You are the Soldier” the handler replied without hesitation. “And who was I before that?” “You were nobody.” the words were spit out, contemptuous. The Soldier clenched his fists. “You ARE nobody.” “Who was the target?” he asked. “He was an enemy.” “I knew him” the Soldier whispered. “That’s why he had to die. He would have exposed your existence. Your work is so important, we cannot allow that to happen.” the handler was so sure, so confident. The Soldier hated him. “But I knew him” Bukcy insisted. He sensed his handler’s tense. He rose to his feet and faced down his handler. The man was almost as tall as he was, but the Soldier knew he can’t be underestimated. “Солдат. Стоп.” The Soldier balanced on the balls of his feet. He knew the switch to Russian meant the words were coming. “Желание.” One word wasn’t enough for the handler to take his will, but it was enough that for the Soldier to feel the strands of control began to once more wind around him. He launched himself forward with a snarl, sure of his own ability, but his handler was ready for him. He fired two times and the Soldier felt two darts strike, in throat and leg. He fought to keep moving, but can feel the drugs, the poison, which was overcoming his will. He had his hands around the throat of his handler, but his vision was fading and he fell. The last thing he felt before he lost consciousness entirely was a vicious kick to his ribs.

He woke up in the chair and found the routine has changed. This time, they started with fire, fire that burnt the rebellion from his brain. Fire that left him screaming, that made his limbs tremble. When the fire has burned the last fragment of his old self away, only then they did stop. His handler approached him, the hated red book which he has held in his hands. “And now, Soldier,” his handler said coldly, “we will begin again.”

Author: Beast