It's been three days since I saw the man with the smile. The nightmares have since returned. I want to see him again. I need to see him again. Everywhere I go, I am paranoid, on alert for the man with the smile and the gloved left hand. I have to find him.
I've got an idea. It's dangerous and reckless but I can't think clearly. I will break into the room where all the files are stored. I will find his file. I will learn his name. I have to know his name. If I get caught, I might die. But I'm as good as dead without him. He's the hope for life. He's the hope for freedom and a world that is different from the one I currently live in. And I know all of this from just his face.
At midnight, I sneak out of my room with a pistol on my waist. I tiptoe down the hall and down the stairs. The files are kept underground. I have to go down nine flights of stairs. Once I'm on the correct floor, I wait inside the stairwell, peering out of the windowed part of the door to the file room. It needs a code to open it. I know the code since I already looked through Andreyev's drawers to find it the day before. I enter the numbers: 2459. It flashes green and I pull the door open. As soon as I'm inside, I take out a flashlight, not daring to turn on the lights. I open each drawer, and search frantically through he files.
It's an hour and fifteen minutes before I find his file. His name is James Buchanan Barnes. The file includes nothing else. Only his face and his name and a little note saying that all files on him are kept in the personal home of some agent I've never heard of. I put the file back in the place I found it. I only need to know his name, now that I've got his name, I'll be able to find his room. But the file's mysteriousness spins around in my mind as I head back upstairs. On the third floor, I'm stopped by a senior agent.
"Romanova. What are you doing up?" He asks monotonically. I have to think quickly.
"I just came back from an assassination. I'm now heading upstairs to get some rest, if you'll excuse me." I say, trying to push past me. He stops me. My hand hovers over the gun on my waist.
"Who'd you kill?" He asks as if he were quizzing me. I think of a name quickly.
"Vincent Schneider." I say. He gives a slight nod of approval. I am dismissed. As soon as I get to my room, I let out a large sigh. That was close. I think. Too close. I add. However, my thoughts quickly change to the smiling man who now has a name. James Buchanan Barnes. I repeat inside of my mind.
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BUCKYNAT: WILDEST DREAMS
FanfictionNatalia is nineteen, and a spy in the red room. She longs for freedom, and perhaps the teenage part of her wants to rebel. But she knows the consequences will be deadly, so the sensible half of her brain makes sure she doesn't. However when she meet...
