Break Down My Walls ( Loki - FanFiction)

Chapter 28: Winter

"не могли бы вы ехать помедленнее?" (Could you go any slower?) I could hear my partners deep voice over the earpiece and sigh deeply. He was getting on my nerves. I tug a bit on my mask. A black mask that covered my mouth glittered with small tiny diamonds and a metal tip over my nose lining the entire mask. A black leather top with lace accents. Dark black skin tight jeans with a thick belt to keep everything together. On my hips were an array of knives of various sizes and shapes. My hair was shoulder length as was Bucky's in a set of large curls that framed my face.

"Я заметил цель-восточный вход." (I spotted the target, east entrance.)

"I see him, meet you there."

I take my time making sure I walk the way I was taught, stealth and all being sure my feet are completely silent on the marble black floor. As I round the corner I see him waiting for me with the mans throat already slit and bleeding all over the place. He had blood splattered on his forehead and I sigh. "Seriously Winter? Do you have no sense of diplomacy?"

"Help me clean up, E. Let's get out of here already. You're giving me a migraine." He opens the body bag and slide the body in as I begin wiping up the blood, emotionlessly. "One wave of your hand and you could clean it up."

"No. Cleaning up blood is different than fixing a broken wall. It's human liquid, it's more delicate than that." I carefully bleach the floor being sure to get rid of the stains quickly with a pair of gloves on and finish up. With the bag slung over his strong metal shoulder I carefully go up to him and wipe the blood off of his forehead as he stares down at me.

"Yes?" I don't make eye contact still focused on the blood on his forehead until I completely wipe it away and look at him full on. He just holds my glaze. I pat his chest and turn on my heel.

"Come on, Winter. I haven't all day." We both make it outside and into our van heading back home. Just like always once we are back at head quarters we part ways and then lock us in separate rooms. I never see Winter other then for missions. Something about him was eerily familiar. Like a past life. I get into my cryogenic chamber like always and settle in for a good nights rest.

After a day or too maybe I awake, seeing Winter watching me. He does this quite regularly. Waits for me to wake up and making sure I am unharmed. Once he sees that I am fine, he steps aside and lets me stretch my body. "I did last mission report. It's your turn."

I nod being sure to look away and something softens in those blue eyes of his. Icy blue eyes. Like a frozen lake. Trapped emotions under a level that is unbreakable. "You feel stressed." He whispers and I give in to the thought almost immediately.

"I am not as talented as you yet."

"I have been doing this longer." He stares me down like always and I give a weak grin. "Here is the mission file." He hands me a rather thin folder. I open it seeing my target. I swallow hard before following Winter out. Even in solider mode it was hard to keep my emotions at bay. For Winter it was different. He was already so emotionless when it came to missions.

We snuck into the large mansion together, it was silent as we crept through the shadows with one another. Our target was in the kitchen scouring for late night snacks and we were patiently waiting outside the room in the hall side by side. My hand was clamped over Winter's wrist. He gives me a heavy side glance before nodding once. I slip into the dark kitchen. The man hums to himself while eating ice cream in his robe. He was a thinner man with a wrinkled face and green eyes. The only light source was the one coming from the open fridge. I creep up behind him putting my hand over his mouth and gently coo soft words in his ear.

"Where is the safe?" I mumble and he points down the hall, towards the living room his entire body shaking. I am pretty sure it was behind that big ugly painting over the mantle.