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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The destruction of the bar in which Steve formed the Howling Commandos epitomises the destruction in our lives right now. Steve and I thought that visiting the bar would be good for us, like a way to say goodbye to the pain but seeing it in the rubble only served to make us feel worse. Yet here we sit, two glasses of scotch being continuously refilled as we curse the serum for preventing us from getting drunk. We sit together in a welcomed and comfortable silence, which is soon disturbed by the sounds of footsteps in the debris and a radio repeating 'Blackout is still in effect throughout the London area. Please wait for the all-clear. Your attention, please. All citizens shall remain indoors until further notice.'
Peggy comes into view as I fill my glass and quickly empty it for the umpteenth time tonight. "Dr. Erskine said that... the serum wouldn't just effect my muscles, it would effect my cells." Steve says in a broken voice, "Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means um...I can't get drunk. Did you know that?" Peggy takes a seat on the bar stool that's somehow still standing. I rest my head in my hands and try to drown out the sounds of their conversation. "Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects." Peggy explains.
A now awkward silence falls upon the three of us, which obviously deafens Peggy as she feels the need to say, "It wasn't your fault." Steve takes a sip of his drink as I scoff loudly at the statement. "Did you read the reports?" Steve asks in a murmur. "Yes." Peggy simply responds. I finish my drink slamming the glass on the table, standing up and leaving the bar I say, "Then you know that isn't true." I welcome the cold air on my body, not yet allowing myself to wear James' Sergeant jacket. I reach into the pocket facing me as the jacket is draped over my arm and pull out James' cigarettes and lighter. I light one and welcome the smoke into my lungs before breathing it back into the night sky.
I simply stand there for an unknown amount of time, without James by my side all time feels unquantifiable; it simply feels like I'm just existing, no longer living. I'm disrupted once again by Peggy, "Are you okay?" she asks. "I'm fine pchelka." I sigh. Peggy takes the jacket from my arm and drapes out of my shoulders, the smell instantly causing a lump in my throat and a pit in my stomach. I stamp out the cigarette, "I miss him Peggy. More than I thought I ever could." Peggy swiftly pulls me into her shoulder as I sob. She runs her hand up and down my back in a comforting manner as I attempt to calm my breathing. I pull away with a sniff and ask, "What's he going to do?"
Peggy holds my hand and leans on my shoulder as we watch the sky, "He's going after him." I nod my assent, "He won't be alone." Peggy smiles at me before we're joined again by Steve. I wrap myself around his waist, muttering apologies. "Hey," he asks, eyes rimmed red as he stares down at me, "Why are you apologising?" I frown softly before saying, "I promised James I'd take care of you and I-I-I've not even asked how you are." Steve laughs dryly, "He made me promise the same thing Vicky." I smile at that too, "Sneaky bastard." I mutter, to which Steve practically guffaws before Peggy and I shoot him a warning glare, reminding him we're supposed to be indoors.
Once we arrive back at the headquarters, I shower and change into one of Bucky's old shirts. There's a gentle knock at the door that I've come to recognise as Steve's. "Come in ostanovka." I say, knowing Steve can hear me without me needing to yell. The door is pushed open and Steve's frowning face makes an appearance. I pat the spot next to me on the edge of my bed as I fiddle with my ring. I pull Steve into my chest, resting my chin on his head, as we sit in each other's embrace relishing the comfort.
"He loved you more than I've ever seen him love anyone you know?" Steve whispers. I nod gently, "There's nobody he loved more than you Stevie." Steve pulls away and reaches for my hand, I let him take it. "Let's do this for him okay Vik? Prove that nothing can stop us from doing what he so badly wanted to do." Tears fill my eyes as I agree with Steve's proposal. "Let's kick some rotten Hydra ass." I whisper in a laugh.
Steve and I fall asleep next to one another that night, enjoying the pieces of Bucky we carry within us, wishing he was here to help us. Wishing he could see us avenge the trauma brought to us all by Hydra. Wishing he could see me finally gain closure.
