Julya Kuznetsov is a weapon. That's all she's ever been. That's all she'll ever be.
But when the Red Room sends her to work for Hydra and she's forced to work with the Winter Soldier, what will change and what will she discover about herself?
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February 1st, 2013 HYDRA Base, Washington D.C
A single light shines in the almost pitch-black room, as I sit, holding up the tiny flashlight that I managed to smuggle from one of our missions. Its light is dim after a year of intermittent use without the batteries being changed and it flickers out from time to time.
Each night, the lights are turned out at six pm, sharp, in what I think is another attempt to dehumanize us. The room just blacks out with no warning at all. Most nights, I don't care too much and just go to sleep. Tonight though, I simply can't, no matter how much I try. The soldier is asleep on the cot and I'm content enough sitting on the floor.
Content as I can be knowing I'll have to kill the only friend I've ever had tomorrow.
At least the flashlight allows me some comfort in the dull light it provides, and reading over the files passes the time well enough, however painful it may be. Over the years, I've collected dozens of trinkets from all around the world, like the flashlight. I had some more in Russia too, but the soldier and I were transferred to Washington after a year or two of working together so I left them behind.
I don't keep them as mementoes of missions- why reminisce over murders? It's just nice to have something to do rather than sit in this entirely grey boxroom and wallow in my own self-pity.
I'm sat with my back pressed against the wall and my knees pulled up to my chest, reading Aurelia's file. All these years, I'd just assumed she was still living off her father's money, partying every night, and not even considering getting a job. Back when I knew her, she made it abundantly clear that those were her intentions.
But according to these pages, everything in her life has changed. Completely and entirely.
Even her father is living a completely different life. When I knew him, all he cared about was work, partying, and, most of the time, Aurelia. He was best friends with Nick and they did everything together. I remember how mad Anna used to get at them when an 'after-work drink' turned into the two of them clubbing all night and him coming back the next morning, extremely hungover. He never partied quite as hard as Tony, never bringing back girls or doing anything that stupid in front of me and Anya. The same couldn't be said for Stark and I imagine Aurelia's seen things she shouldn't have through her childhood.
