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Trigger Warning: Implied sexual abuse during the second memory, skip if it will trigger you.

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Siren was on another mission with Natalia. She was still unsure of Natalia, the girl made her comprised, she was sure of it. Natalia called her Katarina whenever they were alone. She made Siren feel human something she was not meant to be, but Siren couldn't help but be drawn to Natalia. She was beautiful and graceful, she liked watching Natalia do ballet, it made the older girl look angelic.

The two girls were in America, they were to lead the American government on a wild goose chase whilst Soldier took the Intel they were suspected to have back to Russia. Siren didn't even know what state they were in anymore. Natalia was doing all the driving as she had begged Siren to let her. Music played on the radio but neither girl could sing along as they didn't know the words, they didn't know any songs.

"Why are all songs about love?" Natalia asked with no hint of an accent. Siren shrugged, how was she supposed to know. "Would love matter to us if we lived a normal life?" Questions like that were dangerous but Natalia knew that but Siren wouldn't tell anyone. Natalia trusted her and that was also dangerous.

"It doesn't matter, this is our life. Don't waste time on what ifs," Siren finally answered in a perfect American accent. Natalia looked sad and Siren hated it, she also hated that she would do anything just to rid Natalia of that sad look.

"Lets stop for pancakes," Siren said, the two girls had only discovered this food whilst on their sort of road trip and fell in love with them. Natalia's eyes lit up and she started scanning the streets for somewhere to eat.

Siren looked at herself in the car mirror, she was over hating her reflection now. She thought she was pretty, tanned skin, brown eyes and lovely, long brown hair. She was proud of her body, toned and muscled, that could get men and women to do whatever she wanted them to.

She looked older than she was thanks to experiments. They had wanted her body to develop quicker so she could use it for them, they had also enhanced her senses and made her physically stronger. She had heard talk of more experiments to give her powers but she didn't know if that were even possible. She imagined it would be very painful though, all their experiments and procedures were.

Natalia's hand in hers dragged her out of her thoughts, she was being pulled into a diner. She looked down at their entwined hands and knew that her and Natalia were playing a dangerous game.


Siren was on a mission with Soldier some tyrant had gotten out of prison and the rebels from his country want him dead. They were to give the man everything and anything he wanted, he'd paid handsomely for their service, their handlers were there to go over something or other with the tyrant. The two assassins were just there for protection.

"Tova e dobra vodka," This is good vodka. The man said in Bulgarian knocking back the vodka with a look of bliss on his face. "Az propusnakh dve neshtav zatvora. Alkokholût i zhenite," I missed two things in prison. Alcohol and women. He said blatantly staring at Siren. She tensed as did Soldier. "Imakh edno , kakvo shte kazhesh za drugiya?" I have had one, how about the other?

Her handler clicked his fingers and like the good obedient slave she was, Siren walked over to them. She didn't speak she knew better than to speak unless addressed. The tyrant looked at her young body, breasts just developing, with lust filled eyes.

"Shte pravi kakvoto si iska," You will do whatever he asks for. She was ordered before being led into the bedroom of the penthouse suite they were hiding in.

"Ti si krasiva," You are pretty. He said caressing her cheek, "Obicham khubavi neshta," I like pretty things.

His lips slammed into hers hard, she remained still, eyes still open. He pulled back angrily, "Tseluni obratno!" Kiss back! He spat forcing himself onto her mouth again. This time she kissed back, just how she'd been taught, turning the man into mush. She felt nothing, showed no emotion on her face. He pushed her harshly onto the bed and climbed on top of her, wrapping his hands around her throat, choking her. "Strakhuvaĭ se ot men!" Fear me!

Sirens face went from passive to one of pure fear, pretending to scared of this man whom she could easily kill. Once he was done she dressed quickly and went back to the main room, she went to stand by Soldier who looked at her with a question in his eyes as he eyed the bruises that now littered her skin and her split lips. She nodded, the two had developed a strange sort of relationship, one where they couldn't do anything to help the other but would silently ask if they were okay. He didn't believe her but she was, this was not the first time they had used her like this and she knew it wouldn't be the last. It was her job, therefore she would do it.

She knew Natalia hated it, they had been on a mission with each other where Siren, Katarina to Natalia, had been taken by then men they were helping, passed around like a toy until they had their fill. Natalia was nearly sick when she saw what was happening to her closest, no, only friend but knew better than to react. She watched as her Katarina was used without showing the smallest trace of emotion, only a tiny smile as she walked back to Natalia.


More missions with Natalia and she was right. It started of simple, deep conversations when they were alone at night on missions, what ifs and I wonders, then it developed into bed sharing, hugs and cheek kisses all on missions so they wouldn't get caught, then that wasn't enough it escalated to proper kisses and whispers of emotions in the dead of night, as if that would protect them. It was dangerous, it would get them killed, but they couldn't stop it.

Natalia was the first one to whisper a soft "Ya lyublyu tebya," I love you. It didn't shock Natalia that Katarina panicked, after all the girl had never heard those words before, it was only natural. Natalia was scared of them too.

Natalia said all the right things to calm Katarina down, just like she always did. She even got a soft "YA tozhe tebya lyublyu," I love you, too. That night in an abandoned warehouse they were hiding in Katarina gave herself to someone for the first time willingly and found it made all the difference.


Her Mama and Papa were running late, tiny four year old, Alexandria stood in the playground at school near her teacher. It had been her first day at nursery and her Mama and Papa were going to pick her up and ask all about her day, they had promised. Then her big brother was going to take her for ice cream like he did every Monday she would go with him and meet his friends who called her Princess and included her in everything, doted on her.

She was super excited to show them the drawing she had done. It was of the whole family in front of their house on a nice sunny day playing in the garden. It all happened so quickly she couldn't even properly remember it, she went over to the sandpit to play because she got bored of waiting. Then something was over her face, it smelled funny and made her sleepy. She tried to fight it but couldn't and went limp in someone's arms.

When she woke up she was scared and cold, her head hurt and everything was fuzzy and their was a weird taste in her mouth.

"Ona ne spit," She's awake.

"YA khochu, chtoby moya mumiya," I want my mummy. She cried.

"Tikhaya devochka," Quiet girl. A man hissed at her. "Vy uvereny, chto eto budet rabotat'?" Are you sure this will work?

"Da. Ona budet tak zhe khorosho, kak Zimniy Soldat, yesli ne luchshe," Yes. She will be just as good as the Winter Soldier, if not better. The man moved over to her with a needle and jabbed it into her neck, she started to scream and thrash around trying to get away from the man but she was tied to the bed. Whatever the injected her with began to work and she slowly lost consciousness.


She had been here for a year now but because of the brainwashing little Alexandria thought she'd been there her whole life, she was a quick learner, already getting good at different languages and fighting techniques. She could take a gun apart and put it back together in record time, blindfolded. They had done things to her head now too, she was no longer Alexandria, that little girl was long gone, she was Siren now. An unfeeling assassin, a weapon. She was given her first proper mission today. Three targets needed to be eradicated, a married couple and their son.

The house looked familiar but Siren couldn't figure out why. It looked just like every other house on this street but something called out to her. Almost like she'd been here before. Siren shook her head, she had been in the compound her whole life, she'd never known anywhere else.

She entered the house through the back and saw it was nothing but ordinary. She headed into the hallway and saw family photos. Her three targets were in most of them as well as a little girl, a little girl that looked exactly like her. But it couldn't be her, she didn't have family, just the doctors, scientists and agents at the compound.

This little girl was smiling and laughing with the boy, sat on the man's lap with a book, or on a bike with him holding onto her, sitting on a chair in front of the women who was running a brush through her hair and dressing her up like a princess.

It was her, the little girl, it had to be. They looked exactly alike, it couldn't be anyone else. How was it her? Her head hurt as images of her with these three people invaded her mind, she was calling the man Papa, the women Mama. The boy was calling her Princess, she was calling him big brother, but she didn't have a family. How was any of this possible?

Siren shook her head, she had a mission to do. She crept silently up the stairs, being careful to avoid the fourth step which for some reason she seemed to know creaked, she headed straight to the room she knew the adults were in.

The room looked normal, yet so familiar, cream walls, a king bed with two peaceful bodies in it, more family photos. Why was she in them? The women had a stuffed otter on her bedside table, it looked like it had been well played with, bits of stitching coming out of it, permanently stained from use.

She stared at it, a fuzzy memory flashing through her mind. Rushing up to the adorable stuffed creature and begging her big brother to get it for her, taking it everywhere with her, but that's not right. She is a weapon, she has never had a stuffed animal, or any sort of toy.

She slowly crept over to the man, silently pulling a knife out. Positioning it at his throat, she put her hand over his mouth to keep him silent, and swiftly slit it. The man's eyes flew open as he chocked on his own blood. Those eyes, a familiar blue that used to comfort her, she knew those eyes but how? The women slept on peacefully next to her dead husband not knowing that she wouldn't wake up. Walking over to the women, she picked up one of the throw pillows on the ground and roughly pushed it into her face. The women woke panicked, slapping the tiny hands pushing the pillow harder into her face. Siren held the pillow over the women's face until she stopped moving, then for a little bit longer. She slowly removed the pillow making sure the women's eyes were still shut. She couldn't bear to see them, for some reason she seemed to know the exact shade of green they were, bright and always filled with warmth. She didn't want to see that, if she saw that she didn't think she would've been able to finish her mission, and the mission always had to be completed.

Now it was time for the son. Moving to the boys room, she saw it was a typical boys room. Posters of girls and football teams on the walls, clothes on the floor, a messy bed with a boy, young man, star-fished on it.

Small hands looked even smaller as she pulled the gun from her waistband, she looked confused at them as they shook. Guns had always been apart of her life, she was used to them, why was she shaking? Too lost in her musings she failed to notice the plate left on the floor and stepped on it, the smashing of it waking the boy. Blurry eyed, he sat up and flicked his lamp on. Siren froze, she'd been caught. How could she be so careless? The boy looked at her, eyes wide with unshed tears.

"Aleksandriya?" Alexandria. He asks. "Aleksandriya eto ty?" Alexandria is that you?

Siren stares at him. Alexandria, who the hell was Alexandria? Why was he calling her that? She was Siren. She trained her gun on him, her hands now steady and she watched his face morph into shock and fear.

"Aleksandriya , chto ty delayesh'?" Alexandria what are you doing? Her finger toyed with the trigger why was she finding this so hard. She had her orders, kill the family, destroy the home, go to the rendezvous point and return to the compound. This should be easy, why wasn't it?

"Aleksandriya eto ya. Yego Viktor. Tvoy brat," Alexandria it's me. It's Viktor. Your brother.

Brother? She didn't have a brother. She didn't have a family, but if she did it would explain why she was in these photos.

"Ty moya missiya," You are my mission. She answered in a cold voice. The boy winced. Why? He didn't know her.

"Chto oni sdelali s toboy, printessa?" What did they do to you, Princess?

Flashes of this boy playing with her went through her mind. Laughter, love, warmth, happiness, safety. Her head hurt, she slowly moved her gun down and stepped closer to the boy.

"Vy pomnite menya? Ran'she ya vas dyla morozhenogo vse vremya. Vy nikogdda ne yedyat svoy chay posle etogo, ya khotel by poluchit' tak mnogo problem," You remember me? I used to take you for ice cream all the time. You'd never eat your tea afterwards, I'd get in so much trouble. He laughed.

Her head. It hurt so much. The gun was held loosely in one hand, she remembered ice cream, rocky road was her favourite, she was only supposed to have one scoop but her brother, Viktor, always got her two. Her nose began to bleed, pain seared through her skull. Viktor kept talking, reminding her of things. It hurt. Oh god did it hurt. She knew how to stop this, she had to get him to stop talking. If he shut up the pain would go away. It started when he started so if he stopped it would stop, wouldn't it?

She brought the gun back up again, confidently, she aimed at his head finger on the trigger. Her brother, no she didn't have a brother, Viktor, her target, she didn't care about his name, he was about to die anyway, looked sad, resigned.

"Ya lyublyu tebya, Printesessa. Ya proshchayu tebya," I love you, Princess. I forgive you. He said as she squeezed the trigger. She watched the body slump back onto the bed.

She exited the room and paused at the adults' doorway, staring at the stuffed otter. She wanted it, god did she want it. Weapons don't form attachments, she reprimanded herself as she exited the house. It had been rigged to explode earlier, as soon as she was clear she pressed the trigger and heard the explosions.

It was over. The mission always had to be completed.