Soldier and Flower

Seeing

On the next morning I woke up with the feeling you have when you meet an old friend. Happiness and memories mixed in a feeling. I washed myself and got dressed. I walked through the dark hallways. I looked at the door that reached into the training room. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. When I opened the door, I saw the back of a big guy his left arm was made out of metal.

"You are my new trainer, I guess? Winter Solider, right?"

"Что?" What?

"Sorry I don't speak Russian."

The guy next to him said:

"He just asked you to repeat what you said. I'll translate it for him."

"He should turn around when I'm talking to him even if he doesn't understand me."

"Она говорит, что вы должны развернуться." She says you should turn around.

He turned around and looked me in the eyes I was surprised because I thought he would be older, but he looked pretty young. Then he pointed at the punching bag. I walked towards it looked him in the eyes and he nodded his head. So, I started punching it. He looked down then up again walked towards me and punched the bag so hard that the sand rinsed out of it. He picked the bag up and threw it at me I hold it threw it at him. He turned around and we started fighting. After a half of an hour of fighting. He let me go and said to the guy:

"Скажите ей, что она должна больше тренироваться. Я пойду сейчас"

"He said you should train more and he will go now."

"What now? Are you serious?"

"Yes I'm."

They both left before they went through the door the soldier removed his mask from his head but I was facing their backs so I couldn't see his face. I just saw a metal arm carrying a black mask.

I started training.

The next day went exactly the same and the day after that day and so on. It was always the same. After a year training like this he one day just stayed and watch me practice. He started doing this more often.

One Monday the doctor said to me that they will stop giving me these injections and the procedure is now over but I'll still won't age or just slowly.

Every day after I trained, I just sat next to my trainer and told him some stories. Stories about my missions and Sally. He didn't say anything, but I sort of knew that he was listening. Sometimes he nodded one time he even giggled a bit. That giggle reminded me of the giggle that Bucky made when I asked him about his pictures. The pictures I completely forgot them. The same night I looked at them again I also looked at the watch, it was broken. The whole night I tried to fix it but I just wasn't able to do so. In the morning someone shook my body. I felt cold metal on my arm it was soldier. I mumbled:

"Leave me be. I'm tiered. Go away."

Then I realised to whom I was talking to.

I looked at him and said that I would be sorry. But he didn't give me a reaction he was just starring at the watch. I got up from the chair and stumbled towards my closet. He grabbed the watch and put it in his pocket.

"Hey, that's mine you can't just take it."

He ignored me and walked off. I closed my door and got dressed quickly. I sprinted down to the training room. I stopped and looked at him sitting there and holding the watch in his metal arm and the other hand trying to fix it. Suddenly there was the tick, tick again, he fixed the watch.

"You fixed that bloody watch?"

"...Yes...", He whispered.

"You speak English?"

After that question he said nothing to me for almost three years. Then one day he followed me to my room after our training. He sat down and looked at the red nail polish. I pointed at it and he nodded.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

He nodded.

"You liked it when I wore it last week when I was on that mission?"

He nodded again.

So, I painted my nails again he watched closely when I drew the small strokes on my nails.

"It looks peaceful, doesn't it?"

He nodded again then he looked me in the eyes.

"Where are you from Solider?"

"B..."

"B?"

He looked at the floor. I stopped painting my nails. He looked up again and mumbled something and walked out of my room.

On the next day I asked him what "B" was. He just looked at me and turned around. The years passed and I forgot that incidence. Solider and I never had a mission together and I never questioned that. One day, I was sitting on my desk reading something, Solider came into my room he pulled out a white box, he handed it to me and then he left.

I opened the box and I saw a bracelet with a silver snowflake on it and in that snowflake, there was a tiny red stone. I smiled, pulled it out and put it on.

After ten years and tones of missions. Something big happened.