The Chronicles Of The Winter || Part V

The chronicles of the winter || Part V

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Summary: Steve receives an information about possible Bucky's location. Bucky has to deal with a consequences of failure to perform his task. He's found by Steve and his friends. They take the Winter Soldier to Shield base, but peace doesn't last long. A mysterious envoy of Hydra is on a spoor of Bucky.

Word Count:  3338

Warnings: none

Steve was looking for Bucky since two weeks. Unfortunately, there was no signs of where he can be. Steve almost lost his hope, but some day, on Wednesday, something had changed.

He was at the daily training session with Sam and Clint, when two high rank agents approached them at the training room. “Captain” one of them spoke slowly. Steve lifted his chin up and looked at the man in the suit. “Yes?” he frowned a bit. Wilson and Barton walked to Steve and measured agents with surprised glances. “We have an information about Winter Soldier” the agent in a black suit said simply. Second man started to look for something in his case. After a while he pulled out a red briefcase with a handwritten inscription on it. “JAMES BARNES.” Steve’s heart immediately raced in his chest as he noticed the superscription. Without any words he took the folder in his hands and opened it. He started to read, turning around to the other men and walked to the nearest bench. He took a seat, still reading a dossiers. “Steve?” Sam walked to his friend, looking down at him. Steve was silent still, but after few moments he slowly lifted chin to look at his buddy. “They know where he is” he mumbled with a trembling voice.

It was a hard time for the Soldier. He needed to face never-ending pain, nearly death and angst, which they had offered him. After few days of tortures he was so tired that he even couldn’t defend himself anymore. It was a point where he was begging. About even a few drops of a water… He hated to be dependent on them, but if he wanted to survive, he just hadn’t other choice.

“You failed” his handler was standing next to the one of a generals of Hydra. Bucky was sitting at the metal chair in the interrogation’s room, he was looking at both of the men with a cold glance of his blue eyes. “We checked upon your files, Soldier” general’s voice was frigid. No emotions at his face. Bucky knew that man was rather too young for someone with such high rank. It meant he had no scruples. It was easy to advance in Hydra’s structure, the only things you had to have was perkiness and uncompromising attitude. Bucky knew also he could kill both of them within 30 seconds. But he was too exhausted to even try to fight. “And we have made our decision” a wry smile crept onto his handler’s mouth. Bucky didn’t even blink. The two men exchanged their glances in a silence. “You’ll be executed tomorrow, at the dawn” general said simply. “You know too many things. You didn’t give us any other choice, Soldier.” Bucky didn’t show any signs of a fear, but deep inside he was screaming from a dismay. After a second he cooled himself down and he started to create a plan of an escape. They wanted his death, but he wouldn’t give them a satisfaction. If they wanted to kill him, first they’ll have to break him down.

At the dawn, Bucky has been awoken by four soldiers. The captaincy had sent such many soldiers to drag him at the main square of the headquarters just to make sure he won’t escape. But Bucky was calm. Maybe even too calm, but fortunately men didn’t notice it. His plan has just started.

Once they brought him at the square he noticed, that there was a firing squad awaiting for him. But he was still calm. He let soldiers to take him at the middle of the square where they tied his hands behind his back. He even let them to put an old, stinky bag on his head so he couldn’t see anything.

After several seconds he heard a sound of a reloaded weapons. He didn’t show any fear. He was standing still, with the bag on his head, his back straight and hands tied behind. He was breathing calmly, repeating the plan in his mind. He started to count to 3.

…1… He knew the firing squad was aiming at him. …2…. The voice of the main commander who ordered soldiers to prepare themselves to shot. …3… In the last moment Bucky tautened his muscles, tearing the chains up. Second later he made a backflip, hitting the nearest soldier in chin with his combat boot. As soon as man was down, Bucky took his Makarov pistol and quickly aimed in the second soldier, killing him with a one single shot. The firing squad shot. Three or four bullets ricocheted from Bucky’s metal arm, next two bullets hit brunette in the chest. Bucky yelled loudly in a pain before he fall down on the concrete. Still holding the gun in his hand, with a metal palm he pressed the wounds on his chest, trying to catch a breath. A fear started to overwhelm him, but he couldn’t let it to happen. When four or five soldiers have ran to him, Bucky got up and started a grapple. He managed to pull the long knife from a pocket of the nearest soldier and with it he splitted man’s throat. Then he quickly stabbed another man in chest. Suddenly he felt a huge pain in his back. Bucky clenched his teeth to hold back a scream. He turned around and saw one of the commanders in front of him. Man was holding a knife in his hand, he threw Bucky a vicious gaze. “You fucking piece ofa shit!” man shouted, attacking Bucky. After few moments the two man was laying down on the ground, tussled fiercely. Bucky finally with all his strength stab the knife in commander’s throat. He felt a warm, viscous liquid on his hand. Blood. The blonde man, who was laying beneath Bucky, laughed weakly, looking straight in the blue eyes of the Soldier. “They’ll find… you… everywhere.. They don’t… like… to… lose their toys..” Bucky smiled only and hit man with his metal arm straight in face. He heard the sound of broken nose, he felt like man’s face was changing in a bloody slurry. He didn’t stop until whole bones in man’s face weren’t broken. He only atopped when man was still. He looked down and let out a sigh, seeing what he has done. But he wasn’t sorry about that. They forced him to do so. There was a blood on his hands, on his face, in his hair, he felt that his grey shirt was soaked with blood too. His chest was hurting him oh so badly, but he couldn’t stop. Not now.

When only he left alive on the square, the Soldier began calculating his strategy. How many more soldiers? Where are the weapons stored? What is his exit plan? The truth was he didn’t believe he’ll make it. But he did. And now he had to run. As far as he only could. He put a lo g knife in his combat boot, he took two more and placed them in his pants’ pockets. He took also as much magazines as he could carry, putting them in his free pockets in his military pants. He took two pistols in his hands and walked straight to the main building of the base.

As soon as he opened the door, he shot the two soldiers first, firing before they had time to suspect the Soldier is no longer their creature. Then he walked straight to where he knew the transport sheds hold the trucks he’ll need to escape. There were soldiers awaiting him between the building and the sheds and they put up stronger resistance. But he fought his way into the sheds.

He put volleys of bullets into the engine blocks of the trucks he didn’t take, so his pursuers will have to call for help, but he knew it won’t be enough. Escape will require all his skills. And more luck than he though the universe will grant him. But he’s come too far. He won’t surrender so easily. They have made a weapon on him. And he’ll use that weapon against them all.

An hour’s hard drive got him to a city, named Zhukovsky. As he entered the city limits, he could already see signs that his enemies are closing around him. Troop transports on main streets. Police and soldiers already on the streets, checking papers. He needed to move fast, to get himself out of here, out of Russia.

He parked the truck in an industrial area. He got off the car and almost immediately he feel on the ground. The sharp pain in his chest threw him on his knees.

After few minutes he managed to got up and he slowly walked into the direction of the forest on the horizon.

He didn’t know how long he was hedging throughout the forest. Finally he slowly sank on his knees, leaning back against the tree. He was pressing the metal palm to the wounds on his chest. He was breathing slowly. Suddenly he realized that with an air, the blood was exhaled with his breaths. He probably had injured lungs. He looked at his metal palm. It was covered in a blood. His own blood.

He got to fight another fight. He got to run another night. He was on his way, and he didn’t feel right. He gotta get himself back. He couldn’t be beaten, that was a fact. He’ll find a way. They ain’t gonna take him down, no way.

He didn’t even notice, when he lost his senses. Whole world has faded away in a darkness.

Steve was walking throughout a forest, he was carefully looking around. Sam and Clint were with him, safeguarding their backs. “Are you sure, Steve?” Clint asked simply, his bow was prepared to shot in every moment. It was a dark night, clouds were veiling the moon, so there was literally no light, it handicapped the search. They had to use a flashlights, but even that didn’t help at all. They erred in a dense fog. Every path they had chosen, was leading to nowhere. But Steve received a confirmed informations. Bucky had to be somewhere around. Suddenly Sam has stopped, raising his hand up, he gave a sign to rest to be quiet. Clint approached Steve and aimed ahead, he was ready to shot. A figure has slowly emerged from the mist. Steve immediately recognized him. It was Bucky. His metal arm was glistening in a light of Sam’s flashlight. Brunette was slowly walking in their direction, holding himself by a chest. He slowly sank down on his knees, letting out a quiet whimper as he did. Steve wasn’t waiting any longer, he ran to the man and knelt next to him, supporting him from falling completely on the ground. “BUCKY….” Rogers whispered, laying Soldier carefully on the forest floor. He slowly pushed man’s hand off his chest to realized there was a huge stain of a fresh blood at his shirt. Falcon and Hawkeye walked to them, lightening place up with their flashlights. “He’s injured” Sam notified quietly. Steve only nodded, slipping hand under Bucky’s arm to lift him up. “Help me, guys” Rogers asked slightly and after a while Barnes was again standing on his feet, supported by Captain America himself. “Let’s take him to the base. There they’ll look upon him” Steve announced as they were walking back to their plain.

Bucky slowly opened his eyes, looking around with a unconscious gaze.

He was in a little room with a walls in a subtle shade of sand. He was laying on a bed, covered with a warm white quilt. His head was rested at the fluffy pillow. Bucky was breathing calmly. When he wanted to get up, he felt a strong hand on his chest which brought him back down in the pillow. The Soldier looked at the side and paled.

Captain America. His former target.

He opened his mouth, but not even a single word had left them. “Shhh… You shall rest now” blonde man took hand back, looking down at the Soldier. “You has been seriously injured.”

Brunette swallowed before he finally spoke. “Who is Bucky?” That was the only one question he wanted to ask. He needed to know. His blue eyes seemed to drill through other man’s chest, reaching his soul. “You are Bucky” Steve managed to whisper after a while of an awkward silence. “Your name is James Barnes, but we all used to call you Bucky or Buck..” Brunette turned his glance aside. “I don’t remember” he mumbled under his breath. “You need a time.. Hydra was in a control over you.” Bucky let himself to close eyes for a while. “And who are you?” the Soldier asked hesitantly. “They said you’re an enemy.” Steve sighed deeply, rubbing his chin. “I’m Steve.. Steve Rogers. And I’m not the enemy. I’m your friend..” he did everything to hide a single tear which was streaming down his face. Bucky turned himself on a side. “I wanna be alone..” he splattered slightly. Steve sighed and slowly rose up from the chair. “I’m glad you’re alive” Rogers added before he left a room.

Itsy bitsy spider is climbing on the wall. Better watch your step or in her web you’ll fall. Spin you round in circles in a net of doubt. If you’re stuck, I’m done with you, beause I won’t get you out.

She was a handsome woman, built on the gorgeous lines of a Renaissance goddess. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. Long, wavy red hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from satin. Her pastel white flawless skin made her beautiful pink full lips stand out. The way her long lashes framed her eyes when she captured a target turning them into a stone and the way her full lips would curl into a mischievous grin every time she did so. She had a little mole next to her left eyebrow. Her shape like a rock guitar - rounded hips and very pronounced waist. Her long legs were perfect too.

She appeared in the cafe with the winter snow billowing around her short black skirt. She had a tight lacy blouse under a black coat. Most of people inside did pay an attention to her beauty. She was literally stunning. The clicking of her high heels added rhythm to the soft classical music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone. She walked to a counter, with hipnotizing swing in her hips. She rested hands on the counter, subtly leaning forward to a waiter. “Excuse me” she whispered softly, her voice delicate as a petal of a rose. “I’m looking for someone.” Man behind a bar lifted his chin to give her a look. She opened her little purse and pulled out a photo, which next she gave to a man. “Do you know maybe, where I can find him?” young woman asked. Man was looking at the picture for a while, then he gave it back to the girl. “I do know him. It’s Captain America, everyone knows him here. The easiest way to find him is to go to the S.H.I.E.L.D base, at the shore of the river. It’s a large building, you won’t have any problems to find it” he said, looking obstinately in woman’s decolletage. Redhead nodded slightly, putting the picture back into her purse, then she thanked and turned around to leave thw cafe.

But at the door, she stopped. She has slowly looked around before she pulled a gun out of her coat’s pocket. With several shots she killed everyone in the cafe. Without a blink. She didn’t want to be recognised, that was why she did so.

After all, she put her Desert Eagle Magnum back into her pocket and then redhead has left the cafe, without any witnesses. The place luckily was located at the suburbs of the city, so she was mirebthan sure that no one has seen her. Now she knew, what she has to do.

Two weeks have passed.

Bucky was slowly coming back to his full strengths under watchful eye of Steve. Not everyone was glad about the Winter Soldier presence in the base. Black Widow was constantly showing, how unhappy she is with that fact by never-ending arguments with Rogers and Barnes. Nick Fury ordered agents to keep an eye on Bucky, so there wasn’t a moment, when he could be fully alone.

That day Steve took him at the little walk. Practically, both of them have sneaked out from under the tutelage. They wanted to talk in peace, without a neighboring glances. Steve decided to take Bucky to the little park located at the other side of the river. “How’s your chest?” blonde asked with a care in his voice aa they both took a seats at the wooden bench.

The winter was rather beautiful. The snow was slowly circulating down in the gentle wind, a frosty air was gently pinching the cheeks of two men.

“It’s fine” Bucky’s low voice seemed to slit the air. Steve took a deep breath, improving his blue scarf. “Something new?” Rogers enquired. Bucky shook his head slightly. “Only the fact your mom’s name was Sarah” brunette rubbed his hands to warm them up a bit. Steve couldn’t help but smiled, putting palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Yes. You have right, Buck.” The Soldier looked at the Captain with an  impassable sadness in those blue eyes of his. “I wish I could remember more, but sometimes.. I just can’t trust my own mind.” Steve nodded. “I know, Buck. I know.”

They spent almost half an hour, talking with each other. Then, when the sun went down, Steve commanded a way back to the base.

When the two men were at a wide path between a rows of trees, they heard some noises behind them. It was a sound of reloaded gun. They both turned around. Steve’s brows narrowed, he instinctively put a hand at Bucky’s chest, pushing him back a little.

In front of them was standing a young redhead woman. She was holding a gun in her straight hands, aiming in Captain’s head.

“Steve…” Bucky said slowly. Blonde gave his friend a sign to stay silent. “Who’re you?” Rogers asked simply. Redhead’s lips turned into a wry smile. “You’re in my way, Captain, so you better watch out” her voice was melodious. “And you’re in a possession of something, which belongs to Hydra.”

Steve looked at Bucky with a corner of his eye. She wanted Bucky.

“Who’re you?” he repeated coldly, slowly reaching to his pocket, where he had a pager. He pushed the button hoping that Sam will hear the sound of his own pager at the gym. Woman laughed shortly. “You’re pathetic. You always have been. You really thought Hydra has been destroyed, but as you can see you were wrong. Now give the Winter Soldier back to us and no one will be hurt.”

Steve slowly started to take little steps backward. He was without his shield, without a protection. They were at the open terrain, there was no place to hide. And Bucky was with him. He couldn’t lose Bucky again. Not after all those years. Not when he just got him back…

Woman was dressed in a black leather pants and a black bluse with a tactic vest on top of it. Her outfit was emphasizing her body shape, she was slim and fit.the Her combat boots had a high sole and they also were black. Her long wavy red hair were loose. She was measuring him with a cold gaze of her blue eyes.

“Who’re you!?” this time Steve yelled. He was trying to gain some precious time.

Young woman lifted her chin up a bit, looking hardly at Steve, she smiled wryly. “I’m the new generation of the Winter Soldier.”

Author: Beast

Imagine: You comforting Jack after nightmare

You woke up when you felt moves in bed, You looked over your shoulder and saw your boyfriend Jack sitting on the end of the bed. He was covered in sweat breathing heavily. He was hiding his face in hands. You slowly sat up and moved closer to him, You slowly wrapped arms around him and hugged him “nightmare?” You asked quietly. Jack only nodded and rubbed your arms gently “Yeah… I hate nightmares.” He muttered. You sighed and got up from bed only to sit on Jack’s laps. Jack looked at you and sighed sadly, you only stroked his cheek. “I lost you in my dream. I know gonna lose you one day… I know I will, like everyone before… I… I don’t want it to happen… I.. I  don’t want lose you… never…” He said and hugged you tight, nuzzling to your neck.

You good knew who Jack is, You knew everything about him and his past. You only sighed sadly and stroked his hair “I know Jack… But hey… Look at me.” You took his face into your hands and forced him to look at you “I’m still young… We gonna spend really long time together.”

Jack looked at you with his sad eyes, full of tears “You promise? You not gonna leave?” You shook your head and kissed his forehead “Never Jack… I will stay with you till my last day on earth.”

Jack nodded and kissed you passionately “Go back to sleep… I need to take shower now..” He whispered and stroked your back.

You nodded slowly and returned at your place in bed. You nuzzled to your pillow and sighed sadly. Jack returned to bed after few minutes. “You feel better now?” You asked quietly.

Jack put head on his pillow and nodded slowly, looking at you “Yes… Much better. I have the most wonderful woman by my side.” He said and pulled you closer, hugging you “Let’s go back to sleep.” He whispered.

You nodded and nuzzled to his chest “Good night, Jack.”

Jack smiled and kissed your head “Good night, Y/N. I love you.”

You smiled and closed your eyes. You both fall asleep quickly

Author: Cass Gif: X

Imagine: Bucky is being tortured and trained to become a Winter Soldier

The basement was pitch black. He was as blind as if his eyes had been gouged. His body washed cold. He brought his fingers to his eye sockets, they were still there. He turned back to the stairs and tried to run up, but his foot fell through each one like it was a mere projection. So how had he walked down them? He leant forwards to touch the stair and felt a fabric fall down his arm, soft and velvety. Cold metal touched his forehead and moved down. Without sight of any knife he began to bleed from the neck, he choked. He raised his hands to feel the sticky warm fluid about his throat. He screamed.

A loud noise startled Bucky out of his abysmal nightmare. His cheeks were wet and his body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around his limbs, probably because he was thrashing in his sleep. His heart pounded against his chest. Bucky trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of his nightmare still clung to his mind, haunting him. Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. Bucky let out a frightened cry and buried his face into his pillow. Even his breaths trembled. He swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of his room. He couldn’t see anything.

Every night it was the same. He was always back in his personal hell. The same nightmare all the time. On awakening, despite the nightmare ending, a ghastly feeling of being watched by invisible eyes. Anxiety. Fear. But he couldn't show it. He had to stay strong.

Bucky has been trained to become an assassin for Hydra. He was meat on a slab to Hydra's agents, screaming, begging, crying, pleading, bargaining, but nothing affected them. He knew the rules. He had to be obedient.

"Name?" a low voice asked. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "James Buchanan Barnes." Electricity lanced through his brain, causing strong convulsions — his teeth ground together, his hands gripped the chair, he pulled and fought and couldn’t get away, nothing remained but the fire in each of his muscles. "Name?" the voice asked again. "...please... I..." Bucky whispered weakly. Another blow of the electricity caused a huge pain, it spreaded quickly throughout his whole body. "NAME" voice was harsh. Bucky didn't say a word. Cold. Darkness.  Sore. He ran a dry tongue over shriveled lips. "...water.. I need a water.." he was begging. The darkness stretched eternally as he faded into nothing, closing his eyes. "PURPOSE?!" voice screamed. It pulled him out of the emptiness. "....glory of Hydra.." he whispered as devastated as he was. A wet rag touched his lips, reeking of mildew. He was so dsperate for moisture, that he sucked at it. The rag was torn away so quickly. He was left, craving for more of a moisture. He heard a satisfaction in the voice. "Good. Take him away."

There had always been blood on his hands: from the people he’d eliminated. The targets they’d assigned to the asset. Enemy soldiers when he was a sniper in the war. A short flashbacks frequently appeared when he was falling asleep. Sometimes he was even able to assign them to a certain events from his previous... life? Was it a life or was it only a dream? He wasn't sure. He never has been.

"A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer" one of the commanders said loudly, standing at a stiar-head at the top of a stairs. "I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded, when at last we're given our dues." Bucky looked at the man, no ounce of emotions left in him anymore. The commander continued. "Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected to take certain duties on board. Prepare for the coup of a century, be prepared for the murkiest scam, meticulous planning for decades. Our ambitions are bared. You only have to kill Captain America. That's your next target. He's your next mission." Bucky didn't even blink, he only gave a slight nod. He knew the rules... "Payback time is nearing and then our flag will fly against a blood-red sky" the man smiled rudely, looking at rest of soldiers, who were gathered in the huge canteen. They all were looking at one of their leaders. Man looked directly at Bucky, his mouth corners slowly raised up in an awful smile. "The battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for us. The melody of growls, a counterpoint of painful howls, a symphony of death, that's what we need to hear." Man in a khaki uniform slowly went downstairs and stood in front of the Winter Soldier. "Hydra's still around to train this soldier..." he walked around Bucky, finally putting palms at assasin's shoulders from behind. Than man said loudly: "...till he learns to be a perfect killer with a lust for being bad." Bucky knew the rules. He just was assigned. Now he had a mission.

Author: Beast

Gif: X

Imagine: Bucky making a tattoo for Steve.

Request from: withoutashadowofhope

A/N: Omg! tattoo is my sensetive spot now! Soon I gonna have one too! I can’t wait! I tried write story as good as I only could.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea…” Steve muttered looking softly over his shoulder

“Sure it is… Because it’s my idea.” Bucky said happily, sitting behind Steve. He was preparing everythung.

“Yeah… I would disagree with this… all „Your” ideas, ended bad. Remember pranks on Tony.”

Bucky rolled his eyes „It was Clint..”

„He told me all thoes pranks were your idea, and He only helped… Tony almost kicked you out from tower.” Steve said

„But He didn’t, because My Captain love me too much and He talked with Tony..” He teased

„Jerk…” Steve muttered.

„Punk.” Bucky smiled and started make tattoo on Steve’s back. Steve hissed softly and looked over his shoulder

„Don’t…” Bucky said pushing Steve’s head away. He continued his work on Steve’s tattoo.

Steve sighed softly, sitting without move „Come on Bucky… thoes are mine back, I want know what you do there.”

„Stop whining… You will see when I'm done, now sit and don’t move… You are Captain, you can handle this.”

Steve growled softly and rolled his eyes.

After few hours Bucky ended his masterpeace „Okay Cap!” Bucky said happily „I’m done with my work, You can see it now.” Bucky nodded, putting everything away and getting up form chair.

Steve hissed softly and got up as well, He went to mirror and looked at him back, Bucky did tattoo that looked like big bird.

„It’s not a eagle, but I really like it, It took me many hours to do it. Do you like it Steve?” Bucky asked looked at Steve with smile.

Steve only nodded and laughed „Yes, more. I love it. Great job Bucky.”

Bucky walked to Steve and kissed him gently „Now I need to take care of my Steve until it will heal.”

Steve only laughed and shook his head.

Author: Cass.

Gif: X

Steve Rogers x Bucky

Summary: Bucky had one of his nightmare, Steve try make him feel better.

Word Count: 369

Warnings: none :)

A/N: This is a request form @haseki-huricihan. I tried made is as sweet as I could but I’m new in stuff like this.

Bucky muttered, waking up. He looked at the other side of bed and saw that Steve was gone. He sighed heavily and got up to take shower.

Steve looked up as he heard shower, He smiled softly and continued making breakfast. Bucky came to kitchen few minutes later and hugged to Steve from behind, stroking his stomach.

He blinked and laughed softly „Good morning, Bucky… it tickles.” Steve said smiled. Bucky sighed „Good mornig… sorry.” He muttered and went to table.

Steve looked at Bucky worried, something was wrong, but Bucky always had problem with talking about stuff that were bothering him.

Steve served breakfast and sat next to Bucky, He didn’t looked at Steve he just started eat without any word.

„What’s wrong, Buck..?” Steve asked softly.

Bucky only shook his head and took sip of coffe „Nothing wrong Steve… I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Steve sighed „I’m always worried, especially when you act like this. You aren’t like this every morning.”

Bucky shook his head again and went back to bedroom

Steve blinked „Bucky… wait.” He said and sighed sadly.

After a hour Steve went to bedroom, He couldn’t leave him alone. Bucky was sitting on bed staring at the wall infront of him.

Steve sat next to him and stroked his hair gently „You will tell me what’s wrong?”

Bucky looked at Steve „I had this nightmare again… A-All thoes voices..” Steve Only hugged him tight and rubbed his back.

„All thoes facec! All of them…. every of them. I saw them all again.” He nuzzled to Steve and started cry.

Bucky’s nightmares were something normal for Steve but it was always breaking his heart.

Steve rubbed Bucky’s cheek and forced him too look at him „Bucky… it was only a dream… a Bad dream. You are safe with me… Real life nightmare is over. You are safe with me, I promise.” Steve said and kissed him.

Buckt purred softly and kissed him back, wrapping arms around Steve’s Neck „Thank you…” He whispered.

Steve smiled „I'm with you till the end of the line.”

Bucky smiled and nuzzled to Steve’s chest. Steve sighed happily, He was really happy that He was able to calm him down again.

Author: Cass.

The chronicles of the winter || Part II

Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 874

Warnings: none

The routine is always the same: ice, fire, words, compliance. They pull the Soldier from the cryo chamber with ice still in his veins and drag him down throughout dark corridors and through bulk head doors to the chair. Coming out of cryo, he never remembers much, but he remembers enough to fear the chair. There aren’t any good times.

He thought heaven can’t help him now. Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take him down somehow. These memories follow him around, still. Some snippets of situations he could barely remember caused kind of an anxiety. He knew however, that he has to be impassive, no matter what will happen. Steve Rogers. That single name re-echoed in his head. It was kinda bothering him, because he had an irresistible feeling, that he knew that person. Somehow. Sometime.. Somewhere…

Soldier, the soldier, get the soldier, soldier we have a mission for you, soldier, soldier… Mission report. What mission? Which mission? Why are they staring at me? Mission report. Captain America.

Ice. Fire. Words. Compliance. More fire. More words. More ice. Every time they pull him from the ice, things have changed. Hairstyles. Cars. Fashion. Language changes. A phrase that would have passed unnoticed becomes old-fashioned while he sleeps. Who his handlers serve changes as well: from the Soviet Union to Russia to Hydra. There are some constants, though. He has a habit. He sketches between missions, when he’s awaiting at another assignment. But as soon as sketch is done, he destroys it. Once he couldn’t force his himself to tear up that sketch, and his handler found it stuck in a pocket that usually holds ammunition. They broke his fingers before they put him in the ice that time, and again when they pull him out. The Soldier’s fingers ache after that, a steady reminder not to get caught again.

The other thing that doesn’t change is death. Whether his handlers are Soviet, Russian or Hydra, their orders always involve death. They burn out his memory, but death always follows him. All those people he killed. Polish colonel in Warsaw, Danish special agent, Bosnian high rank commander of Tactical Air Force… He remembers all of them. ALWAYS.

Where are those happy days? They seem so hard to find. I really tried to make it out, I wish I understood. How can I even try to go on?

And now he was assigned once again. His mission seemed to not be so easy this time, but there was no place for excuses. Captain America. Steve Rogers. And Soldier has to eliminate the target.

His handler took him to the little room. It was “his place”. There was a little window beneath a ceiling, brick walls were dilapidated. A narrow metal bed with a smouldering mattress on it was standing with bedhead to the door. “Rest. You’re going to Washington tomorrow morning” handler said in harsh voice, without any redundant emotions. He only nodded.

As soon as doors were closed, Bucky slowly sat on the mattress, slipping his metal fingers into his long hair.  “I need to shave”, brunette thought to himself. It was rather a ridiculous afterthought, he thought second later. He always wanted to ran from demons of his past, so he tried to think about some silly things. Sometimes it helped. Sometimes not…

He spent whole night by sitting on the mattress, with knees tucked up to his chin.

The sun has already long set when they landed at a private airfield. The two men with them made bribes and threats to avoid any questions. The Soldier geared up in his tactical suit, the handler insisted that this job requires the face mask. Bucky made sure he had all his weapons —guns, knives. He put the mask in place, and then got into the back of the plain black van that awaited them on the tarmac. In the van, time seemed to come to a standstill.

When the van stopped and the handler threw the door open on a city street he thought he should recognize, he could noticed the beginnings of light showing in the sky. “You have ten minutes. They’ll be here in a moment” his handler said.

They were looking for him since several minutes. “They said he’s somewhere around here” Natasha growled, once again taking a look at the navigation and a little red dot on a screen. Sam let out a slight gasp. “Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D has wrong informations? Who has reported it?” man asked, shrugging. “They have confirmed informations, Sam” Captain’s voice was firm as he spoke.

Steve was preparing to this actions since very long time period. The Winter Soldier, the Ghost, was in the city and it might be the only occasion to find him and take him to the base. He was responsible for a lot of assassinations in last few decades. S.H.I.E.L.D really wanted to catch that man. He was the most dangerous person and he needed to be captured. Steve’s phone rang suddenly, so he picked up a call.

He was listening for a while and when he hung off the phone, he threw a gaze to Sam. “Turn right, Sam. One of the agents has seen their van at the city center.”

Author: Beast