TheLightBehindHerEyes: I'M SORRY D,:

She forced her body back up, not letting the pain in her head keep her down. Quickly, she flung the soldiers against the wall, the air in the room constricting around them as she looked up to see those steel blue eyes again.

"Why are you here?" Small tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

"To see you," a small voice replied. She went over to her, watching the men with her arms spread wide. A few bodies dropped around them as their hearts stopped.

"My little Mille," she said in a bittersweet, biting her lower lip as tears fell. She wrapped her arms around the frail girl. "It's going to be all better now. I promise you."

"But Mama-" She began as she was picked up and placed at Genevieve's hip.

"Is that really wise, Frauline?" The computer said behind her. She scoffed at it and went upstairs, holding Millie's head close to her shoulder. She told how she didn't need to see anything as men fell to the floor like leaves in fall.

"But Mama," she said again, her voice muffled by the hand forcing her head into her mother's kevlar vest. "He's here too. We came to get you."

She stood in the doorway, listening to the sound of bullets firing. Millie huffed as Genevieve ignored her. She knew who Millie's father was now, maybe he did too.

He had pushed her out into the snow, a small toddler in his arms. She began walking as the snow fell off the mountains overhead but they couldn't get out in time. He was screaming at her, telling her to run as he ducked back into the bunker. The snow pushed her down onto hills miles away from them. She could remember the feeling of something coursing through her bloodstream, it must have always been there during her imprisonment. Some hallucinogenic, some tranquilizer; something. It didn't feel right. Her neck felt heavy.

Zola had brought everything back to the surface.

They turned the corner and he was there. The Winter Soldier with his gun cocked at her with men flanking him, she had them on the floor within a second.

"Put the girl down." She clung onto her mother, small nails digging into her shirt as she tried to put her down. She soothed her until her feet hit the ground, Genevieve placed her hands up but kept the girl close as she went towards him cautiously. She dropped her messenger bag.

"I know you, James," she said, feeling Millie's hands gripping at her back. "I know what you've done. It's not you." She reached out to him with one arm once they were at a dist close distance. "Let me help you, Bucky." Her fingertips ghosted against his mask while the other pulled out the tags under her shirt.

He moved one hand from his gun as she gave them to him, the metal of the tags blending into his arm until her hand held his. He could feel her through the sensors on his arm. "We can all leave now, James. You, Millie, and me."

The goggles obscured her view, his body was tense as she removed them with one hand. He was fighting some Pavlovian response, he knew what he needed to do but he knew this woman. She was from a far happier time.

He dropped his weapon onto the floor as she removed his mask, placing her palms on his face. Her face a river, her hazel eyes gleaming with some kind of joy but a sadness too. He didn't know what came over him as he pulled her closer with his metal arm, it just seemed so right, her lips brushing against his. Like they had done it countless times before in a ship and an old house brimming with laughter.

A bunker too behind closed doors.

Their lips fused together as they connected in a chaste kiss. Millie turned away with a bright blush on her face and a small smile.

As they pulled away something in his eyes changed, his hand now on her shoulder. The air was thickening around them. One of her ribs snapped as his knee darted into her abdomen, his arm only increasing the force he was using as he pushed her into it. He used his other hand to grab her leg from midair, she gasped as she hit the floor under him.

His metal hand was around her throat.

"Millie," she wheezed, looking up at her. She put her hands around it trying to fight him, her feet on his chest in an attempt to push him back. "I know you love him but you've gotta run." He punched her face, leaving a nasty bruise. "Take the bag! Go!"

"You're my mission," he grunted as he continued to hit her. Millie's eyes were wide in shock, her breathing hastened. She ran up to him, trying to grab his arm, screaming at him to stop. He flung her back into the railing another man appeared.

"That's enough!" The soldier grunted and backed up from her instead checking the little girl for wounds. He was disturbed, he felt things he had buried under years of pain and abuse.

Genevieve laid there on the floor, unconscious now. Her lip busted and a couple of ribs were broken, her skin a thick mess of purple and black. She hadn't used her powers on him, refused to even.

He turned back to his daughter who rubbed her head. "I'm sorry," he whispered, keeping it out of the man's earshot. "I don't know what came over me." He wanted to hold her close and comfort her but he couldn't with his handler so close.

Secret, he mouthed at her and she nodded.

The man whistled. "Damn, you did a number on her," he said admiring her beaten up form. "I was hoping to get a few hits in." Her body was already healing, her skin weaving itself, the black slowly fading already.

He was tall with short black hair, stubble surrounding his mouth and lecherous brown eyes. "Asset, you and the girl get back to the base. I'll take this one." He pulled out a collar from his back pocket and wrapped it around her neck, it clicked. Her eyes opened hazily, her lips parted slightly. "Zola would love to see you like this again. Creepy old bastard." He flung her over his shoulder with a grunt heading back to their base.