When HYDRA forces the Winter Soldier to kidnap a child, he has no idea how attached he'll get to his new daughter, Anna, and how she'll get attached to him.
Anna woke up to a cool, wet cloth on her forehead. She was laying on a bed and a warm smile crossed a man's lips. "How's Papa's baby doing?" The man asked as he gently lifted her up onto his lap and pressed his lips to her forehead.
"Hurt," Anna whimpered against his warm chest.
"Just lay still, doll. Papa's got you," Papa said and Anna cuddled against his chest. Papa's flesh hand smoothed her tangled hair and he pressed kisses to her feverish forehead.
"Anna love Papa," Anna said.
"Papa loves his Anna too," Papa said, kissing her through her hair and she fell asleep in his strong arms.
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The Asset had Anna sitting on his lap while he brushed out her long dark hair. The Asset loved his daughter's long dark hair. HYDRA had said that they would cut it, but he had put his foot down and he had said he would take care of his baby's hair himself. When they weren't being frozen Anna would sit on his lap, cuddling into his chest and he would stroke her hair. She would react like a cat to each gentle touch to her head, whispering into his chest how much she loved him. After over a year Anna was his world. She was the only part of his world that mattered.
The Asset gently braided her hair into two long braids. He stood her up to face him and placed his flesh hand on her thin little face. "There! You look beautiful," the Asset said.
"Papa, don't like short hair," Anna said, touching his now-short hair. and clean-shaven face.
"I know, baby. Papa doesn't like it either. I'll grow it back," the Asset said, pulling her to his chest. Anna buried her face into his chest as he gently stroked her hair.
"Papa sing, please?" Anna asked. The Asset didn't have the best of singing voices, but for some reason his baby seemed to like it. She would press her face deeper into his chest or neck. The Asset knew he had to sing to her. Karpov had said that Anna would cling to him if he showed her that he was her father. The Asset was grateful that he hadn't had to force her too much to be his daughter. Anna had wanted a father and was quick to hug and kiss him and tell him that she loved him. His baby had to have been love-deprived in that orphanage where he found her.
"You want Papa to?" The Asset asked in a teasing voice.
"Da, Papa," Anna said "yes" in Russian. The Asset was starting to teach her Russian and Anna was a quick learner due to the serum that she now carried. Anna had gotten used to the injections and she seemed not to remember the orphanage or what her name used to be. Anna had called herself Katie in the first two days, but after seeing his anger, she had stopped. She had hesitated on calling herself by her new name in the beginning, but the more he forced her to say it, the hesitations were less.
The Asset opened his mouth and started to sing, stroking Anna's hair gently. Anna curled into his chest, falling asleep before the first verse was over. The Asset laid back, deciding to take a nap with his baby since it would be a few hours before Karpov would send him on his mission.
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Anna clung tightly to Papa's flesh hand as he walked down a narrow street. Papa had told her to hold his hand when they left the van the mean men had given Papa's team to use. Papa looked different with his long hair and scruff gone and wearing a suit and tie. Something about this place looked familiar, but Anna couldn't remember what. Papa said the country was called Holland and they were in a place called Amsterdam.
She felt Papa's hand squeeze her small hand gently and she looked up at him. A smile crossed his lips and he swung her up into his arms. Anna laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him as far as they would go. "Papa, are we there yet?" Anna asked against Papa's chest.
"Not yet, baby," Papa said, gently stroking her hair. Papa's flesh hand stroking her hair was soothing. Papa had been stroking her hair and face since the day she came to him. His hand was as soothing as his kiss. Anna would kiss him every day and he kissed her. Anna never could sleep without Papa kissing her forehead as she fell asleep in his arms.
"Anna love Papa," Anna mumbled as Papa kissed her through her hair.
"Papa loves his baby too," Papa said as she drifted off to sleep.
The Asset was relieved that Anna was asleep. She slept pretty soundly for a child. Usually she would sleep and not move much. The Asset would wake up for missions and he would move her from his chest to her cot at the base and she wouldn't wake up at all. The Asset stroked his daughter's hair gently and ghosted a kiss through her hair. Every day he was thankful that his daughter accepted him as her father and didn't even think to question him on why she had to obey him and never said that he wasn't her father.
Karpov usually threatened him with Anna's life or he threatened him with the fact that he could take Anna from him. The Asset tightened his arms around her, pressing her more firmly to his chest. The Asset would keep his baby. Karpov would have to kill him before he let Anna be taken from him. "Sleep, baby," the Asset whispered softly as they entered a hotel and he checked them into a room.
