( This story has nothing to do with the movies and includes nothing to do with powers or super soldiers. )
Y/N L/N was taken at a young age by Alexander Pierce and forced to join the notorious Gang: Hydra. You were brainwashed until the age of eight...
(I WILL NOT BE PUTTING WARNINGS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTERS. SO EXPECT LOTS OF SEX AND VIOLENCE....MAYBE DRUG USE AT ONE POINT!)
I never knew my parents.
At the age of three I was taken from my parents by Alexander Pierce. But I found out later that he actually killed them. He became like my father, raised me with the best teachers and made me practice Ballet. Some would say I was a lucky girl to have a man like him taking care of me....always spoiling me.
But I was not lucky. Pierce was very abusive, he let my instructors abuse me...and eventually made me in a monster.
At the age of ten, he started brainwashing me and training me to be a killer. He forced me to build my strength and build a resistance to pain by constantly inflicting it upon me.
When I was eight I had met twelve year old Bucky Barnes. I had learned that his parents had died, Pierce took him...tortured him into a killer. He became my best friend, we both were unstoppable.
No one knew about this treatment because he made it seem like we were just going to a boarding school for orphans. No one cared.
But that was the past.
I am now twenty-five, I own my own Ballet Academy and train talented dancers and put on beautiful performances. This was mostly a cover up for my work in Hydra but I love my job. Bucky is twenty-nine and owns his own famous art gallery.
Tonight I was at my club, trying to make myself feel something for once. I was dressed in a skimpy dress, drinking heavily as men took turns dancing with me. Eventually I picked one tall muscular man who was covered in tattoos. I grab his hand and pull him up the stairs and into my private booth.
The man instantly kisses me as I close the door, his hands caress my body over my dress as he backs me up. "My name is Kevin."
"I don't care." I roll my eyes as he kisses down my neck. His hands push the fabric over my boobs aside, he grips onto them and grinds his hip onto me. I felt nothing...I felt so numb to everything.
"You are so sexy."
"I know." I roll my eyes, getting bored already.
Just as his hand slides up my inner thigh and onto my pussy, the door opens. Bucky looks at me and rolls his eyes. I smirk over Kevin's shoulder at him and bite my lip, pretending to moan and be into it. Bucky gulps as I was turned, he could now see my boobs. "Boss wants you." He mutters.
I wink at Bucky and push Kevin down. "Gotta go." I fix my dress and wave him goodbye. I walk out with Bucky and turn to my security, "Get him out of here."
Bucky turns to me, "Really?"
"What? I'm having fun." I shrug.
"Yeah...that looked like fun. You looked fuckin bored."
"I'm always bored." I smile, looking over as he frowns. "Don't be jealous, we agreed never to have sex again."
"We also agreed never to talk about it again." Bucky smiles and presses his hand on my lower back as he guides me down a dark hall.
"Yeah...but it's fun to see you get hard for me." I wink and glance at his crotch.
"Shut the fuck up." He mutters as I laugh, turning into another private booth.
"There's my girl." Pierce smiles.
"Here I am." I sit down and kiss his cheek, trying not to throw up.
"Having fun?"
"Not really." I shrug.
"We'll I have a job for you. I want this man taken out. Will Mathews."
"Doesn't he work for us?" I ask, staring at the photo.
"After tonight he won't be. He's been stealing part of our cocaine shipment."
"Gotcha. Bucky will find his location while we go get our suits. He'll be dead in an hour." I nod.
"Good girl." He pinches my chin as I stand.
I turn and roll my eyes at Bucky as we walk out, pretending gag as we walk down the hall.
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After changing and getting our motorcycles, we find Will's location.
I quietly run up the fire escape to his apartment, I stop at his window to see he was sitting in a chair in front of the TV. I slowly open the window and slip inside, walking over to see he was sleeping. I put on another set of gloves and pick up his gun next to him, putting it in his own hand and aiming it at his head. Just as he was waking up, I make him shoot himself. I then walk over and grab the small package from our shipment.
I slide out of the window and shut it, running down the fire escape and jumping off halfway down. I throw the package to Bucky, "It's done."
"Good. Now I can go home." He rolls his eyes, throwing the package into his backpack.
