Rescued

The Mission

The Winter Soldiers POV:

My mission was clear. I was told to watch over an old couple. Hydra had told him that this old couple needed protection for at least 3 days. They had special information about a weapon that was being made. He had to collect and deliver that information on the third day. 

The first day watching this old couple was easy. They sat around starring at me for a while but then they got on with their day. I watched as they played games and read books. 

On the second day, there were some weird noises outside the house. The sound of footsteps woke me up from the nap I was taking late at night. I looked outside the window slightly and saw five armed men. I warned the old couple as the sound of gunshots rang through the air. The old couple had been shot down. They didn't survive their injuries. I had failed my mission to watch the couple. 

A few hours later, I was bleeding from a small cut on my flesh arm. I suddenly heard the sound of faint footsteps coming from inside the house. I looked down the hall and saw a figure in the shadows. A young girl stepped into where I was sitting. She looked about four years old. She was small. Most likely malnourished. She smiled at me and sat beside me. I looked at her in confusion as to why she wasn't scared of me. She saw the cut on my arm and got up from where she was sitting. She walked towards the kitchen and opened a cabinet. She pulled out a first aid kit and ran back to me. She motioned me to pull up my sleeve. I did what she told me and she saw the small cut. It was deep enough that it needed stitches. She grabbed a needle from the first aid kit and grabbed some wire. She started to move closer but I moved away not knowing if I could trust her. She shook her head and raised the needle to my arm. She stitched up my cut as I watched in shock that she could even do this. 

After she stitched me up I got a message on a device I carried around for missions. "Bring the information. ASAP." the person texted. "There is a girl. What do I do about her. She's young about four.", "Bring her with you. I don't care." the person texted. 

He grabbed the child by her waist and lifted her up carrying her. He walked about 7 miles before reaching the meet-up spot. The men spotted him and walked over. "Is the mission completed?" one of the soldiers asked in Russian. "Yes. I found this girl. What should I do with her?" I asked. "Keep her." the soldier said in English, knowing he was completely serious. For some reason though, I did feel some sort of connection to this child. 

We arrived back at the base and I was taken back to my cell. The girl had fallen asleep halfway back on my lap. I placed her on the bed in the small room. She stirred awake as soon as I put her down. She hopped off the bed and I sat down on a chair near a desk to clean out my guns. She stood beside the table. She wasn't near tall enough to see so she dragged another chair over to stand on. She stood on the chair watching me clean my weapons. She was silent. I guessed she was mute but wasn't completely sure. 

After I had finished cleaning my weapons I turned to the girl. "What's your name?" I asked as she looked at me in confusion because I was speaking Russian. I guessed she might have known English so I asked her again, "What is your name?" She looked at me and said nothing. I sighed and pointed at the bed which made her go over and lay down. I smiled knowing that I could teach her some English slowly. I pointed at the bed and said, "Bed." she understood from what her face was telling me and laid down completely. She smiled at me and closed her eyes slowly falling asleep.

As soon as I heard her breathing level out, I fell asleep on the chair I was sitting in.