The Mimic - One-Shots

The failed mission

Overview: The Winter Soldier arrives back at Hydra after failing to kill Steve Rogers. (He'll only be referred to as Winter Soldier in this one-shot, not as Bucky! This is because he's still in Hydra, so he doesn't know who he is yet.)

Word count: 900

Warnings: Angst, brainwashing, torture, manipulation.

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Y/n didn't understand it.

The Winter Soldier never failed a mission. Never.

He had a target to eliminate, and he didn't. He was so close to killing him, and he didn't.

And now they both had to pay the price.

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"I knew him! I swear I knew him!"

The Winter Soldier's voice boomed down the echoing hallways, able to be heard over the yelling of guards and thudding of footsteps. He was unstable. Aggressive. Rebelling.

He soon crashed into the room they both knew so well, eyes wild and crazed as he scanned around the room. Almost like he was searching for someone, or maybe an escape.

Y/n was in the room. She was surrounded by her own set of guards, a shock collar fastened tightly around her neck. Her eyes were glued to the man that just crashed into the room, staring at him with a look of resent and anger. She already knew what was going to happen. They were going to get punished. It wasn't even her fault. She hadn't even been on the mission.

It was too risky for y/n to go on such a high profile mission. Her identity was their best kept secret, and fighting Captain America would've completely blown that. However, if she actually was on the mission, she would've killed that man in seconds. She did whatever she was told.

Unlike her mission partner.

Their handler calmly strolled toward the crazed soldier, his relaxed demeanour being a complete contrast to the furious look in his eyes. "You failed your mission, Soldier." He stated in a dark tone, setting a hand on The Winter Soldier's chest to try and guide him toward the chair in the centre of the room. "Tell me why."

The Winter Soldier's fear just seemed to rise when he realised what room he was in, and what chair he was being guided toward.

It wasn't any normal chair. It was the Memory-Suppressing Machine. The machine that used electricity to shock them until any sort of cognitive function was fried beyond belief. Pure torture.

The Winter Soldier desperately tried to push away from his handler, crying out in pain as he was struck by one of the many batons that the guards held. "You can't do this! You can't!" He begged, voice cracking. "Steve Rogers knew me! He knew who I was!" The soldier yelled, eyes fixating on y/n from across the room.

The handler kept a hand on the soldier's chest, nodding to a few guards so that he could have some backup. "Calm down, Soldier." He commanded. "Yelling will get you nowhere. You failed your mission. And if you fail to cooperate-"

The Winter Soldier suddenly shoved away from his handler, making a beeline toward y/n. He tried his hardest to ignore all the guards that jumped into action, eyes completely fixed on his mission partner. "Steve knew me! Do you know what that means?!" He yelled in a desperate tone, using his metal arm to fend off the many guards grabbing at him.

"Soldier! Stop!"

"It means I had a life before this! You had a life before this! Listen to me-" The soldier begged, grabbing y/n's shoulders as he desperately tried to get a reaction out of her. "Listen to me. Please!" He practically screamed in her face, shaking her shoulders aggressively.

Y/n flinched, allowing the soldier to shake her as she gave him no response. Her jaw was clenched tightly, too afraid to react in any shape or form. She wasn't afraid of the soldier, however. She was afraid of the shock collar around her neck, the guards, and her punishment. Y/n had no choice but to look straight through his desperate eyes, no matter how much he shook and grabbed at her.

The Winter Soldier looked as if he was about to cry. It was something she'd never seen before. He was typically a stone-cold killer, not a weeping man begging for his life. "You had a life before this. Do you hear me?!" He shouted, hands keeping a bruising grip on her shoulders as the guards tried to yank him away. "You have the power to get out of here. To get us both out of here. Please-"

He was suddenly cut off by an electric baton to both of his legs, sending the man crumbling to the ground.

"Wipe him. And wipe her next." The handler snapped, fixing his suit before he left the room. He was never as scary as the man in the suit, nobody was. But y/n was taught to be obedient, even after the man in the suit's death.

The Winter Soldier was dragged over to the machine, forcefully tied down as he continued to writhe and scream. "Wake up! You can get us out!" He screamed, trying his hardest to gain y/n's attention. She was looking at him, but she wasn't reacting, and that pained him even more. The Soldier had finally woken up, and their chance to escape was gone.

Y/n watched as the gumguard was forced into his mouth. She watched as the machine slowly lowered onto his head. She watched as the shrill screams began. She watched everything through watery eyes.

Maybe he was right. But it was too late now.