▪︎ I'm going to keep going with my OC type story where you used to work for Hydra and then you were captured. You and Bucky have been through hell together. This imagines takes place in CA:CW. ▪︎
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"He said the words." I mutter, my German accent being a bit thicker than normal. "The ones that control us." I try explaining to Steve.
"Words?" Steve mutters, confused.
"When we were brain wiped by Hydra, they made sure they could control us by basically putting a code in our heads so if we couldn't be brain wiped or we began remembering our past lives, they could stop that. You say the words, we become killing machines." I pause. "He would never intentionally do this, but there's no way we know of that will stop the words from working." I sigh a bit, worried for myself and Bucky. "This could happen to either of us. Everything that Hydra put in our heads is still there."
"Who would have done this?" Steve asks, sitting down on a wooden crate, rubbing his head, and sighing.
"My guess is the crazy doctor. He was the only one with Bucky." I sigh. "I would have helped you stop him, but I didn't want to get into anymore trouble. We're already in enough of it."
"How long did it take you to remember your life before Hydra?" Steve asks.
"It wasn't too hard because when I woke up, Bucky had already remembered a lot. He knew my name and a bunch of random facts about me. When I grabbed his hand, my memories just started flooding back." I sigh. "Trust me, Bucky isn't like this."
"I know, he was my best friend. He would never do this." Steve looks up at me. "When did you two meet? I'm guessing you knew him before everything."
"Yeah, I did... sort of" I mutter. "I was a scientist for Hydra around the time you became Captain America. I helped them make weapons and serums. I was terrible. When I found out what they were going to use all this for and how they were going to brain wipe people and train them to be assassins, I turned on them. I tried sneaking out, warning others, but they found out... I ended up being cell mates with Buck. We kept each other sane and then we were wiped and we became partners in crime."
"What all did they do to you?" Sam Wilson says, butting into the conversation.
"I'm like a cyborg, but all of the machinery is inside of me. I don't have the super solider serum, but I'm just as strong as one. They built rays and guns and missiles all throughout my body. I can hack anything or look through private files. I know anything the internet does and if I'm hit, the machinery inside me regenerates my skin. I'm nothing like I used to be." I mutter. There's silence between the three of us as I look up at Steve. "He told me I could trust you with all of this. He told me stories of when you were little." My mind begins wandering off to Bucky and I during the 40's, trapped in a cell.
"So you know Captain America?" I ask, my German accent thicker then ever due to the fact I usually only speak German. He nods.
"Yeah, he's been my bestfriend for years. We've known each other forever." He chuckles. "He was always the craziest kid. He used to mix and match weird clothes and then he'd go out in public like that. He used to talk about being a soldier because all he wanted to do was help others. His favorite place was the movie theater. He loved the popcorn."
"Captain America is the reason I knew I had to leave Hydra. My plan before they caught me was to escape to America and tell the army all about Hydra's plans. I was so close... I just wanted to be as good as Captain Rogers."
"Well, he would have liked that. I'm sure he would have liked you too." Bucky pauses. "You talk about how bad of a person you were for working with Hydra, but you didn't know. It wasn't your fault, and you were going to do the right thing." Buck mumbles. He pats his shoulder, gesturing for me to place my head onto it. I place it down onto his shoulder gently and the two of us sit in silence.
Suddenly, my mind snaps back into reality. I begin to chuckle. "I remember idolizing Captain America. Learning who you were and what you stood for, I knew I had to leave Hydra." I pause. "Bucky told me you'd like me..."
Sam peeks in at Bucky. His eyes widen and eyebrows raise. He then waves Steve and I over.
"Guys! He's awake." Sam exclaims. Steve jumps up off of the wooden crate. I begin quickly speed walking over to Bucky. I need to make sure he's okay. I see him, he's rubbing temples. Steve and Sam clamped his metal arm down so he couldn't move it. I walk over to him and kneel down, placing my hand on his cheek.
"Are you okay?" I ask. He looks up at me and tries to smile.
"How do we know we can trust you?" Steve asks.
"Your mothers name was Sarah." He pauses. "And you used to wear newspapers as shoes." He chuckles as he looks at Steve and then back at me. I smile at him.
"You can't read that in a museum." Steve grins.
"So what? Like that we can just trust him?" Sam asks.
"As long as no one else tries to say the words again." I rub Bucky's cheek. "Then yeah, he'll be fine. You can trust us, just like we trust you."
"Who was the man that said the words?" Steve asks.
"That doctor... I don't know his name though..." Bucky mumbles. I turn my head away from Bucky and look at Steve.
"Can I speak to Bucky for a moment alone?" I ask. "I-I know that sounds sketchy, but it would be greatly appreciated." I ask. Steve nods in agreement and grabs Sam's arm, dragging him out. I look back at Bucky. "Are you okay? What did that man do to you?"
"First, what did I do?" Bucky sighs.
"Attacked a lot of people and broke a lot of things... including a helicopter." I mutter as Bucky groans. I place my forehead against his. "But that's not your fault. It never is."
"But I still do it. I've still hurt so many people and I hate myself for it." Bucky says quietly.
"I've done a lot of things too and you always tell me it wasn't me and it wasn't my fault, so why doesn't that apply to you." I say. "We didn't ask for this." Bucky nods the best he can with our foreheads pressed together.
"The man... he kept going on about Syberia and how it was our home." Bucky mutters. "I think he's going after the other soliders." I step away from Bucky and lift up the clamp holding him down using barely any force. I help him up.
"Well we can't have that..." I say, putting Bucky's arm around my shoulder. The two of us begin walking out to the others. "We'll end this together. Okay?" Bucky nods.
"Thank you." I hear him say softly.
