GELIDITY ( The Winter Soldier Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight: History II

      It's been about three months since The soldier and I came to America. Things haven't changed between us. He still keeps to himself, no matter how much I talk to him. However, I'm not giving up.

       "Hey, Winter?" I look at him from the couch I am currently laying on. He is sitting in the kitchen cleaning his pistol. He doesn't look my way as he responds, "What?" I sigh. "Look, I know I annoy you and I know you don't ever talk. But, I am losing my mind over here. I'm not Natalia, I can't stand the quiet. Please start talking, I literally cannot take the silence."  I put my hands in the air expressing my frustration.

      He doesn't respond for a very long time. He doesn't even stop cleaning his stupid gun. I sigh, I'm finally giving up. I turn back towards the T.V. that's currently on the News channel. I hear movement and footsteps coming by me. I don't look his way until I feel hands grab my legs and push them off the couch. I was about to get mad asking him what his deal was until I saw him sit down where my legs were. 

    "Who's Natalia? " He quietly asks. My eyes slightly widen, he's finally talking to me. That was the first question he has asked me not mentioning our mission, in a few months. I quickly recover my shock as I look at him. "She's my sister." I say. "Where is she now?" He asked me again. 

    "Still in Russia I presume, I haven't seen her in a very long time. Not since we went on a mission in Paris."  looked down in slight sadness, "I miss her so much." He looks my way, I feel his eyes basically burn through me. "I'm sorry. Hopefully we finish this mission quickly and you can see her." He says, no emotion coming from that comment.  I sigh. "Doubtful." His eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Our mission will be over and you will go back to your superior." He states. "Hopefully, but Nat and I rarely go on missions anymore. I'll be very surprised if we partner up again." 

   He nods in understanding. I look at him. "What made you change your mind about talking to me?" I asked him. "I don't know, I felt bad." He said. I had to admit I was surprised. "Didn't think you cared enough about me to feel bad." I slightly joked. However he didn't laugh. "You know nothing of my feelings of anyone, you know nothing about me." He stated slightly in a cold tone. "Then tell me." I whispered afraid of how he would react to that question.

    I see him stiffen slightly at that comment. "I'm sorry you don't have to-" I was cut off by him saying. "I'm a soldier, I was trained to not feel anything. I was meant to be a pawn in their game." He said. "Whos game?" I ask. "Classified." He finally turned towards me. "I had a life, before this." He said. "What was it like?" "It was simple. I was happy. It's like a distant memory to me now but, also it feels like it happened yesterday." I look down. "I never really had that. I was trained with the Red room as a young girl. I don't remember my life before they took me." "how old were you?" He asked me. "I honestly don't even remember. All I remember they took me before I could gain any real attachments." I said honestly.

    " I was in my early twenties when I was taken and turned into this." I frown. "So when you said you had a life, you weren't kidding." He shook his head. "I don't kid." I laugh at that. "One day you will." I smile at him. I hesitate before asking. "How did you become The Winter Soldier?"