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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And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me? -Invisible String, Taylor Swift
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February 3rd, 2013 Undisclosed Location
When I wake, I don't remember everything quite right; for the first few minutes, the fight seems like it wad a dream but it soon clears up in my mind. The last thing I remember, I was forced into a van with Aurelia and her friends, though I'm not quite sure what happened after that.
Right now, I'm lying in a bed in a windowless room with a tightly-sealed metal door and no other decorations. If it weren't for how comfy this bed is, I might think I'm back at HYDRA- maybe I am. I don't like this feeling. I don't like not knowing where I am or who's holding me here. I don't like feeling this helpless.
Getting out of the sinful warmth of the bed, I inspect the lock and sigh, seeing it's one I won't be able to pick. So, I sit down on the bed, ontop of the covers, and pick at the hem of my black leotard.
A few minutes later, I hear the lock crank and I fix my gaze on the wall, bracing myself for whoever's about to enter. Rather than the squad of armed men that I'm used to, Aurelia Stark walks in, trying to mask her fear. Still, I don't look at her and instead stare at the concrete of the wall as though it's the most interesting thing I've ever seen.
After shutting the door behind her again, she sits down on the edge of the bed and quietly says, "Hi." I don't reply. How am I supposed to reply? I can't just act like I'm eleven again. "Been a while." I nod- she's got a point. "How have you been?" silence, "Just a word, please?" she begs, "You care about Bucky, right?" What the hell is a 'Bucky'? "Please, Julia. I'm not here to extract secrets or hurt you or... I'm just here to talk to my friend."
She sighs and closes her eyes, seeming to give up slightly, so I give her a scrap to feed off, "I'm not your friend."
Barely a beat passes before she replies, "Maybe you're not my friend. Maybe you don't want to be. Maybe you want nothing to do with me. But I am your friend. I was twelve years ago, I don't see why anything should have changed."
