*Awkwardly waves* Hey guys. For any of you coming from my other fanfiction Envy, I'd like to apologise for not updating in ages. I promise I WILL update but I don't know when. Anyhow, I've became obsessed with Captain America: Winter Soldier (its probably my favourite Marvel movie to date) and just HAD to make a fanfiction!
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or any of the characters in this story ( not even my 'O.C'). I only own the original plotline and the backstory and futurestory of the 'O.C'
The Winter Soldier towered over his bruised and beaten mission.
No, protested an inner voice, Steve. The soldier looked at the fallen man and watched as he began to twitch.
Alive, he confirmed. His body relaxed at the realisation then suddenly tensed again. A failed mission. What would HYDRA do when they-
The killer's ears' twitched.
The Winter Soldier turned his body towards the sound, knife raised. His breath hitched at the sight of the intruding noise. Clad in a jumpsuit of red material was a girl. No more than twenty in appearance, soaked in water. The water seemed to swirl around an area of her forehead. Mixing and blending blood against her skin. Sewn onto the front of her suit was a symbol. The same one branded onto his metal arm.
Both HYDRA agents stood in fighting stance, knife and gun pointed at each other to make the kill shot. Each assassin waited for the other to make the first move. But nothing happened. The assassins were raised and trained together by HYDRA. They were a unit. They were the perfect killing machine. Humans that would follow orders like machines. One of the most successful projects the Russian HYDRA facility had created.
The assassins were programmed to fight with each other, not against. Even the thought of having to eliminate their partner made memories flash before their eyes. Painful and agonising memories neither wanted to relive. Needles and electrically charged helmets and other means of discipline. HYDRA did not like their machines disobeying orders.
You protect each other. You use each other for HYDRA's gain, the raspy voice of a scientist long dead seemed to hiss into Bucky's ear. Threatening one another is threatening HYDRA. We cannot have that, can we? The memory became blurred and the feeling of pain took its place.
The dark haired girl slightly lowered her gun. It wasn't much. Just an inch, still a kill shot but the Winter Soldier saw the movement. The soldier slowly began to drop his arm. Never breaking eye contact with his comrade, he then slipped the knife back into his belt.
"Arm." The female HYDRA agent said. The Winter Soldier tried to move his human arm but ceased the action. Pain shot up his limb and left a burning sensation in its wake.
"Broken." The Winter Soldier declared. His partners' mouth twitched down but became straight soon after.
"Mission?" The girl glanced at the injured Captain America before gazing at her comrade again. He gave a small nod. The soldiers' companion took a menacing step towards America's hero. Quickly the male agent made himself a barrier between her and Steve. The action made the woman stumble backwards.
"Bucky?" Captain America mumbled from the ground. Steve tried to focus on the black and silver figure. A pained look seemed to cross the so called Bucky's face. The girl tilted her head at the mission. The blond had called her partner that on the bridge. She examined the fallen hero and his injuries. With the amount of damage inflicted onto the superhero he shouldn't have been able to drag himself onto shore. It was clear he had fallen from the carrier; the hero's clothes clung to his skin. Not with sweat or tightness but with the same water that dripped from the female assassin's hair and into her eyes. The girl's attention snapped to the Captains' feet. Upturned sand stuck to the hero's boots and trousers. He was dragged. Her mouth twitched again and then she looked at the biotic armed man.
The Winter Soldier knew what she was wondering. They were partners after all. He knew her better than he knew himself. But maybe that didn't count for anything anymore. He was a damaged slate, after all. Used and dehumanised by HYDRA.
A hard kick was delivered to Steve's head by the female. The sheer force of the blow slipped the supposed super soldier back into unconsciousness. The action made Bucky wrap his fingers into fists.
Steve is your friend! , A small part of him shouted. Bucky's teeth grinded together and his knuckles became white.
And she is my partner, the Winter Soldier shot back in defence. The statement didn't help the frustration he felt. His old-self and his current-self continued to battle until a rough voice broke Bucky's building headache.
"Winter," The girl's voice was hoarse from lack of use. But her face was still the same passive expression both she and Bucky were taught to maintain. A soldier never shows weakness. And emotions were considered weak in HYDRA's eyes. However, if you looked close enough. Really close. You could see the slight dip in her eyebrows.
Confusion, the super assassin concluded.
"The man on the bridge," Bucky indicated to the beaten man. "I knew him." He softly spoke. "He was my friend."
The facade broke on the females face. "You remember." She awed. The gun dropped to her side. The woman stared at him with utter fascination.
Winter remembered. The thought surprised her. A feeling she hasn't fully experienced in a long time. The realisation was cut short by the sound of sirens in the distance.
Both comrades honed in on the noise. Ten, both the male and female estimated. Ten minutes before help would arrive for America's fallen captain. The women's eyes darted around the area.
"Go." The dark haired female told the soldier. The Winter Soldier tensed at her words. He couldn't go back to HYDRA. Bucky remembered and there was no way in hell he was going back to the people that made him so . . . unhuman.
"Go." She repeated. The super soldier narrowed his eyes at the assassin. "You remember," Her voice cracked as she said those words. She made her way back to the waterline, back facing the Winter Soldier.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. "You-"
"Escaping HYDRA is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands." She informed him; she double checked her surroundings before continuing. "You're going to need all the help you can get." The women stated. Her gaze rested on her feet.
Her partner opened his mouth to protest but she cut him off.
"HYDRA is all I know." She admitted to her comrade. "I didn't have a life before HYDRA," The female agent locked gazes with him. "But you did." Her voice softened.
The Winter Soldier hadn't heard such vulnerability since before-
He shook his head. Even thinking about the incident made his skin crawl. It was the only thing the HYDRA soldier truly feared until his memories started resurfacing again.
"Don't waste it." She ordered him. The Winter Soldier stared long and hard at the women before saluting to her with his metal arm. He didn't know where the action came from but didn't question it. The jumpsuit clad girl copied his action then faced the grey waters again.
Barnes stepped over Captain America and walked away from the women. Towards the city were chaos was festering.
"Winter!" The man stopped and turned to his partner.
Ex-partner, He corrected himself.
Her face was riddled with emotion. So much so that it made Bucky glance around the area to make sure an agent wouldn't see it. An old habit that made a scowl present on his once blank face.
Being sentimental was not something taught by HYDRA. In fact, nothing any normal human would feel, was taught by HYDRA. They wanted machines. Living and breathing machines. Not beings capable of emotion.
So many words rested on the tip of her tongue but none were said. The female assassin rapidly blinked away her emotions and schooled her face.
"Hail HYDRA." She finally spoke. HYDRA's programming became dominate again and whatever she had yearned to tell her companion was forever lost. Bucky gave her a firm nod. The runaway assassin took this small moment to memorise his companions' face. This would probably be the last moment the murdering duo would have together.
The wailing sound of sirens became louder and they both knew their time had come to an end. Bucky turned and made his way into the treeline. The girl stared after him until she could neither see nor hear him any longer. Taking a deep breath, she repositioned her gun then re-entered the debris filled waters.
HYDRA's machines' didn't look back. Not once. Nothing to indicate the assassins truly cared for one another. But the programmed instinct seemed to become louder after their departure. Ringing in their ears and burning the control further into their abused and damaged brains.
Protect.
Hello again! Just a note to say that comments are always welcomed! Also has anyone figured out who Bucky's partner is? Until next time - GirlWhoTookNightlock