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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Why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? -Secret Love Song, Little Mix
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July 23rd, 2007 Siberia, Russia
As the pocket watch in my hand ticks from eleven fifty-nine to midnight, I place the small metal thing on the cold floor. Pushing air out my pursed lips, I lean my head back and stare upward, though I can't even make out the roof amidst the darkness of the room.
"What's wrong?"
His voice sounds across the room from where I know the cot is, though I can't make out his figure in the shadows and darkness.
"Nothing."
I hear the cot shifting and creaking as he moves, "Come sleep on the cot."
"No, it's fine. You need the sleep too."
"There's room for both of us." he states, "Come on, it'll be fine."
Hesitantly, I haul myself up to my feet and wander over to the cot; now that I'm closer, I can make out his figure, sitting on the cot. Not taking my eyes off his silhouette, I take a seat on the empty mattress next to him.
"Thanks," I murmur.
"What's wrong?" he repeats.
"It doesn't matter." I shake my head, "It's stupid." He just watches me, waiting for me to explain; I let out a sigh, "It's my birthday, I just... When I was a kid, I'd hoped I'd end up somewhere else by the time I turned twenty-one.
"As you constantly remind me, you're not a Widow, that's something at least."
"Maybe I'm not what I thought I would be but I'm still locked up, doing someone else's bidding." I sigh, "I'm still killing."
I watch his figure move slightly, as he nods, "You're doing what you have to. If you didn't pull the trigger, someone else would... I would.". Silence hangs in the air between us, neither of us knowing what to say, "Happy birthday." he says quietly.
I shuffle closer toward him and he turns to face me, "Thank you."
I didn't mean to move closer, I really didn't. I didn't even realize I was moving. It was like a magnetic force dragged me in. Like gravity- I'd simply float off into nothingness if he wasn't by my side. He's the sun in this dark, dark room. He's the sun in my dark, dark life. I'm simply orbiting him...
From the little I can see, I stare deep into his turquoise eyes and he gazes into my chestnut orbs. Something I've never seen in him before flashes through his eyes: something pure, something innocent, something kind.
Now that I'm this close to him, I can feel the warmth radiating off his body- a stark contrast to the cold, emptiness of the rest of our room. Slowly, my lips inch closer to his and his closer to mine, until they lock together and my blood runs hotter. His scent envelops me, not the musty, foul smell that this place has, but fresh like pine trees, a cold woods on a rainy day. Like I'm standing in the middle of a forest. Like we're standing in the forest together, and if we wake up tomorrow and murder someone, did this kiss ever really happen? If a tree falls in a forest...
For a moment, I forget about the darkness we're drowning in and the world around me. Time seems to slow and all my worries disappear until we pull apart and both stare at each other once again. His eyes are blue, oh so blue I could drown in them. For a man so well-versed with killing, so intricate and precise in his murders, his eyes were remarkably soft. And for all I know, he's thinking the very same thing of me as he stares into my delicate chocolate orbs. He just stares.
Neither of us says a word. We just stare.
A tiny, almost unnoticeable smile creeps onto his lips and I find my hand moving up to cup his cheek, softly. He glances down at his, then moves his significantly larger hand to cover mine; his hands are rough and worn but oh-so comforting at the same time. His cheek is slightly stubbly beneath my hand but I like the way it feels on my skin. I like the way he feels.
When I look up at his face again, he's smiling; a true, genuine smile. He's smiling at me.
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A message from the author: OMG I have had a 'mare! So, my laptop broke 2 days ago and we sent it to the ICT people to fix it. Turns out something in the motherboard had burnt out, and it wasn't repairable. So, we had to spend like £400 on a new laptop and I couldn't use any laptop for 2 days! But I'm back now! Remember to vote and comment! See you all next chapter! (;
