Viktoriya Solovyova, aka Agent 1, was trained in the Red Room. She managed to escape and move to America and has since been working closely with Peggy Carter. When she meets a scientist with revolutionary ideas, how will she cope with the changes?
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It's been a long few months of destroying Hydra bases, gaining intel, and kicking ass with the Howling Commandos. James and I have only grown closer, he's told me all about his plans to marry me after the war, what our wedding will look like, and our children. Just when I think I couldn't be more in love with him, he sweeps me off my feet all over again. But alas the war against Hydra continues to block my plans to bed that man for the rest of my life.
We stand with the rest of the Commandos on a snowy mountain in the Alps, poised and ready to attack. Steve and Bucky stand at the edge, overlooking the zip-line tract. "Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?" Bucky asks Steve, fear lacing his tone. "Yeah. And I threw up?" Replies Steve, nervousness drowning his words. "This isn't payback, is it?", Bucky quips. I laugh softly at Steve's playful response of "Now why would I do that?" The two men are drawn from their conversation by Gabe informing us that Zola's on the train. "Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle. Wherever he's going, they must need him bad." He adds. I wave Bucky over out of the way of the men.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asks, adoration present in his eyes. "I don't know, I'm never nervous before a fight but this one just gives me a bad feeling." I explain. He smiles sympathetically and kisses my forehead softly, "Well, in case it does go wrong, I love you Viktoriya." I release a breath I didn't know I was holding and some tension leaves my body as I reply, "I love you too lyubimiy." He squeezes my hand reassuringly and we head back to the zip-line, the atmosphere very different to the loving one of James and I's exchange. "We only got about a 10-second window. You miss that window, we're bugs on a windshield." Steve announces. "Mind the gap!" Falsworth yells, followed by Gabe's command of "Better get moving bugs."
I grip the cool metal of the hanger and propel myself down the line, landing effortlessly on the moving train. Staying low for balance, we head towards an opening in the top of one of the compartments. The next few minutes are a blur of weapons firing, bodies colliding, streaks of red, white, and blue whizzing past, and before I know it there's a hole. Every bone in my body feels weak as I notice the absence of my boys. I kneel on the ground of the train and watch as Steve outstretches a hand to Bucky. I hate this feeling, I feel helpless, weak, like this is it. I see it happen before James even realises, his hand loosens its grip as he reaches for Steve and the bar breaks. He's falling, he's screaming, Steve's yelling, I'm screaming.
The tears freeze the moment they hit my cheeks as I choke on the cold air around me. My mouth waters and my throat burns and Steve's there holding my hair as I throw up the contents of my stomach. I close my eyes and latch onto Steve, screaming and crying. My whole body burns, it burns with a fire I've never felt before, a burning desire deep inside to get James back, and an even stronger need to hurt, to feel guilt and pain for what I let happen. I don't know how long I cried, only that there are no more tears left in my body by the time I'm done. I realise I'm back in London when I wake up, the rain pattering softly against the ground.
