Disclaimer, I own nothing. Just a quick note, this story will mainly focus on Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, there will be the other Avengers, but as I said they will not be major roles.
A cry pieced the Russian night.
It reeked of absolute terror and disbelief, followed by a sob.
It was a young woman, who couldn't be more than 20, that had let loose the noise. It was the sight before that drove the tears forth.
There lay a young man, not much older than herself; a look of shock upon his unmoving face. His previously white shirt was now stained red; he had been stabbed, dying almost immediately. Unfortunately for him, he had not died soon enough, his death had been fast yes. Painful? Extremely.
What was this man's name? Well that was an unimportant fact, as was who the woman was. There was only one thing that had mattered; this man was an enemy and target of Red Room, and it was his duty to carry out their orders.
His mission was complete. He would return to Red Room, and they would awaken him when he was once again needed.
Little did he know that The Winter Solider would be called upon once again, and soon.
I know this chapter was incredibly short, but I'd rather not write a whole story just to have people dislike it. So please review if you'd like me to continue my writing.