October 3, 1975- Bucky
Operation Winter Widow - Capture and return the Winter Widow.
Minimal damage to asset: acceptable
Time frame: 2 days
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It's- what? Winter Widow? Pounding fills my head and my eyelids are heavy, but the words stay.... I was sent on another mission.
Warmth leaks in my mind.... Like nothing I've ever experienced. There's only been the horrible cold of the cryo-freeze and the pain of the brain wipes.
The warmth dances through and stumbles around, and suddenly I'm seeing things.... memories.
Are they mine?
Who's that blonde kid? Steve? Do-Do I miss him? God this hurts.
Is it me punching someone?
Was I a soldier?
J-james.... That's my name. I think. It doesn't feel right, though. Bucky.... That's what he called me.... I think everyone called me that.
Suddenly, the warmth vanishes as the memory crumbles, tearing away the feelings along with it.
Feeling is.... It's strange.
The pressure on my eyes suddenly lifts and I feel something fall from my face, along with a thud.
Blinking at the bright light, slowly, the.... Basement comes into focus. Tools cover some tables, and a small sink sits rusted in the corner.
Whines and whimpers drag my attention to the floor in front of me.
Is that a woman? But I can't help but stare at her, her green eyes begging me for something, as if I could keep her safe....
"S-safe, we're safe." Her words are lost on me, as she sways. Reflexively I go to catch her, but my wrists don't move, frantically I notice the small plastic strips holding me in place. With a small jerk they snap and I bend to check on her.
The Winter Widow- Grinding my teeth, I shove him away. Something tugs at my pant leg, I find a ball of fur with giant innocent blue eyes staring up at me.
"A puppy?" my question goes unanswered as it tugs at my pants again before darting over to the woman.
With minimal effort, I free my legs from the chair and scoop up the woman... There are memories... more like files about her shoved in my head.
Winter Widow - Morozov's Asset
Level - equal to the Asset
Believed to be 25-unconfirmed
Enhanced status - suspected, no specifics available
Known for her weapons, survival, tactile, anatomy, and cons. Among others.
The information runs through as I climb the stairs with her limp form and the puppy clambers behind me. Vaguely, I remember breaking in after tracking a missing plane from Russia.
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