Who The Hell Are You - CA Winter Soldier

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Ok so 1. I didn't expect so many reads so far, there's like 51 and on my other story there's only 18. I'm actually so happy and thankful, thank you all. Hope you keep reading.

2014

Ever since I met my grandparents, they decided to train me. Make me stronger and more skilled. They found some old Black Widows who got away from the Red Room. They have been training me for the past two years.

I've had the same equipment since I've started, the worn out, blue punching bag. Its old and has a few tears that I've patched up. My boxing gloves, which are 100% worn out. And my most important asset, Svetlana, my trainer. She has been with me through everything. She made me who I am today and who I will be made into for the rest of my life.

I think about all I've been through as my fists fly into the blue bag, every hit pushing down a worry that may have come up today.

My grandmother started her training much much younger than I am now, she was most likely around 5 or 6. I turned 21 last week.

My mother didn't go through as much training as I am, now that I'm out of school and college I have time for more. She started when she was 14 but didn't want to live the life her mother did, so she just grew up normally with basic training to protect herself.

I hear the metal door open too late, I only really think of it when I feel the cold floor on my back and the hands around my wrists. I look up to see Svetlana on top of me looking pissed, must have been because I wasn't paying attention. But who knows with that woman, Russians, am I right?

"What's on your mind?" She asks me as she holds out a hand to help me up.

I take to opportunity to pull her into a squat and I sweep her legs, unfortunately, she sees the attack coming and twists me around so I'm on my stomach, holding my arm behind my back in a tight grip, pulling it the more I try to break loose.

"Ok ok" I tap the ground twice with my other hand and she releases.

"Your grandfather is asking for you." Is all she says before she walks off.

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Once I'm showered and not smelling like shit, I drive over to my grandparents house. Its not too far from ours but I just got the bike off my grandfather so I like riding it. Its his old Harley that he's had since he retired from being Captain America.

I park the bike in the drive way and go through the garage into the house.

"Hello?" I call out into the mostly empty hallway. "Anybody home?"

I hear a shuffle from the kitchen and then my grandmother pops out holding a cup of hot chocolate. For a woman being nearly 90, she's in pretty good shape, skinny and not bad looking.

"Hey, ma" I walk over to her and kiss her on the cheek.

"Hey, sweetness. I'm glad you came."

We walk together into my grandfathers office where he sits and waits for us to enter. He holds three manila folders in one hand and the other sits on his desk.

"I have a special mission for you." Is all he says when we enter, he's always been a pretty serious man but is fun when the time is right. I guess now is an important moment.

I sit in the chair across from him and Ma sits in the chair next to me, he reaches over and hands me the three folders. The top one has a photo of a blond girl with her hair in a braid, she's wearing a black suit kind of like my grandmothers, which is now mine, except hers has more straps and weapons connected to it.

I open the folder and read the name 'Yelena Boleva'. In her description it says she was born in Russia, adopted by Melina Vostokoff and Alexi Shostakov. I read further down to find out her siblings; Natalia Romanova, now goes by Natasha Romanoff.

She was taken to the Red Room at 6, poor girl, and raised there. She's still there.

I place it onto the table in front of me and open the next folder; Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye. There's not a lot of information about him, thanks to SHEILD but what there is tells me that he has a small family in a country side area. A little girl, 2. And a boy, 4.

Wife's name is Laura Barton, there's not much on her either, probably to keep her safe. I continue to read, most of it is just about Clint's time in SHEILD and how he recruited Natasha.

Like the last folder, I place it onto the desk.

My last folder has a photo of a man that looks like it was taken in the 30s-40s. He's young and handsome. Not my type, though.

His information; Sargent James 'Bucky' Barnes of the 107th. He was in WW2, that must have been how Steve knew him. He was thought to be dead when he fell off a moving train on a mission about HYDRA. The information collected is about him in the 40s and future him, the Bucky that Steve knew after his time in HYDRA.

There's a photo of him with long hair and looks to be inside a freezer. He and the rest of the 107th were kidnapped by HYDRA in the 1940s and he was experimented on.
That's how he survived the fall.

After he fell and reported dead, HYDRA took him again and continued with the experiments, his arm had serious damage so they amputated it and replaced it with metal. Badass. He was brainwashed to the point his mind was basically the smoothies my grandmother used to make me for protein.

They trained him and forced him to kill, credited with over two dozen kills in the past 50 years. They call him The Winter Soldier.

When I finish reading about him, I place the folder with the other two.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

"We want you to keep an eye on them, maybe help our past us' with Bucky, it was pretty messy last time." My grandfather replies.

"Alias?" I ask, I don't think they want anybody to know who I am.

"Make one up." I give him a curt nod and stand up. "Our first encounter with the Winter Soldier is in a couple days, be ready, be safe. Don't die."

I smirk at his last sentence, then before walking out the door I give them the last word. "Yes, Captain, oh Captain." I salute him and he rolls his eyes, Ma just snorts at my reply.

I leave, holding the folders, and thinking up my plan.