Виолетта / ˈvī(ə)lət
violetta / violet
1. a stunningly beautiful girl. She's a sweet girl, but a feisty one, who makes sure she gets what she wants. She's a crazy being, that's fast, smart, and brave. She isn't afraid of anything.
2. a blueish-purp...
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HYDRA Facility Washington DC May 2014
The silence was eerie. There was no noise.
Not the drip of a leaking pipe, not the shuffle of feet, not the buzz of electricity from the dim lights, not even the sound of hushed breathing.
The Winter Soldier stood in the corner of the room. The Violetta Voin's body lay on the metal hospital bed. She hadn't moved since they escaped their encounter with the targets. She wasn't hooked to any form of machine, but he knew that she was alive. Somewhat.
Intrusive thoughts raided his mind, and it terrified him. He recognised those on the bridge, he recognised those he fought, he knew the woman lying in front of him was something more, but he couldn't tell what.
He stared at her unmoving figure.
They had cleaned her from her fight, the dirt and dried blood washed away from her cheeks. Her lip had been stitched, the cut too deep for it to heal by itself. She had been changed from her combat clothes. She now lay in a single black bodysuit. She looked paler than ever, the purple and blue bruises littered on her arms stood out in the yellow lights from above. There was scars on her body, where they came from the Soldier did not know. His eyes travelled down her figure, taking in every inch of pale bruised skin he could see. His heart hurt for a split second, and his eyes widened.
Having emotion, having thoughts, was disobedience enough, feeling sorry for someone was far worse. He tore his eyes away from her condition, focusing directly in front of him, just before Pierce walked through the door.
"Mission report."
Pierce stopped at the end of where the girl lay, inspecting her. A few more agents filtered through the door that he had entered.
"They teamed up, I couldn't take them all on my own." The Solider spoke, his voice remaining quiet and low. He knew punishment was coming, they had failed.
"Liar," Pierce growled.
"You two are the most advanced soldiers in the country, it should not take an ex-war hero, an ex-assassin, and an ex pararescue to take you down. You were flimsy, uncoordinated even, with your attack, and you let your emotions get in the way of your mission."
The Solider dared not to look to the floor, he dared not to fawn away from the harsh words that spilt from his superior's lips, except holding strong and looking dead ahead.
"You are the reason why she lies there; you are the reason why you both failed."
Pierce's voice echoed through the room, his anger spitting through his tone. The agents that had followed the man in stood tall behind him, in case of a change within the Soldier's compliance.
"You will try again when she recovers. In the meantime, cyro will become of you."
Without another word, Pierce turned on his heel and left. The agents moved towards the Soldier and hooked their arms around his. The Soldier allowed himself to be guided to a different room and shoved into what he knew as home. Air hissed as the tank compressed, and the Soldier welcomed the cold with open arms.
