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The Winter Soldier

Title: Why are you Helping Me?

Fandom: Marvel/Captain America

Character: The Winter Soldier

ok so you're cell mates with the Winter Soldier. you're just a prisoner of HYDRA. this is pretty short but i'll make a part 2

TW: mention of abuse

You sat on one of the two cots in the stone cell. Your cellmate had left for a mission. He'd never told me his name, but the guards call him "Soldat," which is Russian for "Soldier".

Suddenly, there was an approaching sound of footsteps and yelling in Russian, some you could make out. Something about failure. You looked to the door to see Soldat being shoved inside. He winced. The door was slammed shut.

To farther investigation, you noticed Soldat's shirt was bloody around his abdomen. His hand clutched near the wound gently. He grunted as he made his way towards his cot. You stared.

He stopped in front of the cot and began to peel his blood and sweat soaked shirt from his body, wincing as he pulled the muscles in his abdomen around his wound. It was a bullet wound that had been stitched up somewhat poorly.

I silently examined his shirtless torso. There were many scars scattered on his toned muscles. Many of them were likely punishments inflicted by HYDRA.

You were woken from your wondering by his voice.

"What?" Soldat asked, well, more like said sternly.

"Uh, n-nothing," You replied, hoping he wouldn't hurt you again. "You just look pretty hurt...?"

Soldat said nothing and moved to sit down and his bullet wound ripped open. He winced, hand automatically moving to touch the wound. He winced at the touch. Blood began to ooze from the wound.

Soldat clearly was not very well aware of what to do, so you decided to step in, regardless of the pain he'd caused you. You walked over to him, earning a glance from him. You knew that he kept some medical resources in a pouch on the side of his leg.

You knew he wouldn't listen to me if you tried to tell him to lay down, so instead, you mustered confidence and pushed his shoulders down towards the cot, earning a wince from him. He was now laying down, looking up at you, clearly confused.

You grabbed his shirt, balled it up, and pressed it against his wound, earning another wince. You opened the pouch on the side of his leg and pulled out a needle with some medical thread. You used his shirt to wipe most of the blood from the wound.

You examined the wound. There looked to be something wedged in the wound.

"They took the bullet out, right?" You asked.

Soldat nodded "no".

"Okay. I'm gonna take it out," you told him.

Soldat nodded.

You put your fingers near the wound and after a moment, you pushed your fingers into the bullet hole. Soldat winced, face scrunching up slightly. After a moment, you were able to grab the bullet. You pulled it out, Soldat wincing.

You cleaned off some more blood with Soldat's shirt and then grabbed the needle, preparing to sew up the wound. You stuck the needle into his flesh, Soldat wincing ever so slightly. You looked up at his face. He was biting his lip lightly and looking away.

He looked down at you and you averted your gaze. You continued to sew up the wound. Growing more and more used to the pain, Soldat began to relax a bit.

"Why are you helping me?" Soldat asked.

"Well, I wasn't just going to sit and watch you die because I didn't do anything," you replied, continuing to stitch the wound.

"Why? It would be best for you if I did," Soldat said.

This was the most he'd ever talked around you.

"They'd probably blame me for not helping you and punish me. They would probably make me take your place, too," you replied.

Soldat said nothing as you finished stitching the wound. You put a bandage over it and put the medical equipment away. You noticed Soldat was staring at you. You looked at him questioningly and he looked away.

TO BE CONTINUED...