The Soldier's Love

Chapter 2

My POV *1946*

Three days. Three days took me to learn Russian since that was all the Asset and I could do. Soon afterward I was let out of my cell to show my new Handler what I could do. Being impressed, they decided to stick with my Alias as 'Artemis' instead of the basic protocol of being called 'Asset' or 'Soldat'.

I was led back to my cell, seeing that the Asset was being led to the one next to me. I smiled swiftly, nodding before they closed the door behind me. I don't enjoy calling him Asset. I'll have to ask if there's something I should call him. I looked around the room, suddenly realizing I was bored not having someone to talk to. All I could do was sleep, exercise, oh and my favorite, contemplate my existence. Always liked that one. Hours later, I woke up hearing my door swing open and my handler standing there with a folder.

"Gotov vypolnit." I nodded, standing up and grabbing the folder from him, reading it over. A simple in-and-out mission with the Asset. I nodded as I stepped out of my room before turning to see the Asset standing there putting on his mask before nodding towards me.

When we entered the area with the cars, he pointed toward the motorcycle, and I nodded. Must be his favorite one. I can dig it. I sat behind him as I carefully placed my hands around him as he drove off. I closed my eyes, feeling the wind on my face taking in deep breaths of the fresh air around us, as well as his scent. It honestly smelled like vanilla with something else...That natural liquor smell. Hints of wood, too. I shook my head, clearing my head as we got to our target. Time to get to work.

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And just like that, it was over. Simple and easy. I never minded, but it was never fun. As the Asset was downloading files, I sat on the desk pushing off the dead body.

I tilted my head looking over at him, "Can I call you something else besides Asset?" He looked over and tilted his head.

"Imya? Nik?" I asked.

"Aktiv. Soldat."

"Fine. I don't like Asset. I guess I'll call you Soldat." I said to myself as he stood up, grabbed what he needed, and walked out of the room. When we got back to the motorcycle, I wrapped my arms around him again as we headed back to base.

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Soldat POV

Artemida krasivaya.

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My POV *1951*

It was clear I lost all track of time. I could see why Soldat was always emotionless, besides the torture and brainwashing, of course. Hydra would wake us up for missions and when we were finished, go right back to sleep. I once stepped out of line and so they tried to use the mental reprogramming like Soldat, but found out my Super-Soldier serum had different effects and it didn't work on me.

I felt the hand hit my cheek before I realized I had spoken out of turn. Grimacing, I looked down as two soldiers grabbed my arms, dragging me to the room. The room that the Soldat would go to before and after every mission and I knew I was going to hurt. I watched numbly as they hooked me up and put a guard in my mouth as they stepped back. I screamed in agony as the pain rushed through my system until my body adjusted to it. I had to laugh and cry at the same time; It wasn't working on me.

"V chem delo? Pochemu ona ne zatronuta?" One officer asked as the machine whirled, slowing down. My handler stepped forward, handing him my file. I wasn't like Soldat, I wasn't strong like him or quick like him. I had impressive reflexes, even better than Soldat. I could use magic, getting into people's minds and making them see things. I could heal quicker, too. The only thing we had in common was the apparent longevity. So it was determined once again I was considered 'lucky'. One thing I always remembered though from that day was Soldat's face. Normally clear and emotionless, but that day his eyes had a glimmer of...something.