Hello All! I'm so sorry for abandoning my stories, I just realized exactly how crappy I am at long term fanfiction. I'm much better suited for oneshots and short term drabbles.

This drabble series is based on an upcoming fanfic I am collaborating on with the amazing writer Ordis here on fanfiction, inspired by the Captain America: Winter Soldier movie (WHICH YOU ALL HAVE TO SEE IF YOU HAVEN'T.)

In an alternate universe: Loki crashes into earth, and ends up being captured by Hydra. He's turned into a weapon (like the Winter Soldier, they try to erase his memory, only instead of the full on machine, they place a surgical attachment (Neuro inhibitors as I've labeled them) into his temples that electrocutes him when he tries to remember his life before or when he tries to resist their "treatments". And thus becomes an assassin and partner to the Winter Soldier

This is going to be one of those 5 times they didn't remember each other, and the 1 time they did. The details are meant to be a little distorted here, but it will be fully revealed in the full fledged fic Ordis and I are planning to write. This is the prequel of the amazingness that is going to occur!

Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel Movie Studios, because this would otherwise obviously be up on the movie screen. Obviously.


But all that I know is I'm breathing
All I can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing now

Keep Breathing - Ingrid Michaelson


The first time they met, the soldier thought the man was wild.

He'd stood rigidly in the underground bunker, vibrating tension; a whip preparing to crack the air. The stranger's hair was lank and black as ink, his skin pale and drawn, and there was a bruised look beneath the too-blank eyes the Winter Soldier hadn't seen on any face but his own. The man was tall, definitely having a few inches on him, the standard leather he wore seeming to only accentuate this. The slick black hair hung like a tattered curtain around the man's face, framing his jade green eyes and silver metal implements inserted into his temples.

The soldier turned to his handler, blue eyes silently questioning.

"He is going to be your partner for this mission," The man (Pierce, a faint memory murmured) said simply, .

He raised his eyebrows. Partner? He'd had backup before. Nameless men who followed his command and assisted in the mission and whose names he'd never cared to know. Or did he?

But a partner? Something tingled at the back of his mind, weak and nameless, vanishing before he could reach it. It didn't matter.

The stranger's face began to twist into - Disdain? Disgust? Anger?

Then he'd stiffened, eyes widening as sparks crackled from the metal implements. A violent shiver ran through the other's frame, and then he stilled, face smoothing back into blankness once more as he met the soldier's eyes.

"And that?" The Soldier asked, his voice rough with doubt as he turned back to his handler.

"Will not affect your mission." Pierce replied cooly, turning to the hologram of their target. A high standing politician. Three body guards. A small opening between shifts for them to move in.

He glanced back at the other man as their handler spoke, taking in the other man. This untrained weapon was going into the field like this? Or was he supposed to be his keeper until the green eyed soldier was ready? So he could terminate him if necessary? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

The stranger stared back, sharp green meeting his worn blue.

Yes, he thought, turning to look at their mission instructions once more. Definitely wild.


DUN DUN DUN.

And believe me guys, this is only the beginning!