When HYDRA forces the Winter Soldier to kidnap a child, he has no idea how attached he'll get to his new daughter, Anna, and how she'll get attached to him.
The Asset watched as they strapped Anna into the chair. They had to adjust the straps on her thin little arms and legs so she wouldn't get out, but his daughter was fighting. The doctor emptied a syringe of blue liquid into Anna's neck, causing the girl to freeze. Only her terrified eyes moved. The metal arm braces locked Anna in place and the metal face plates came down to her face and the circuitry touched the part of her forehead where her memories were.
Anna's loud scream vibrated through the chamber as the electricity shot into her head. Once the wiping was finished Anna would only know and believe what she was told. The restraints were loosed after 30 minutes, and the Asset went to his daughter, gathering her into his arms and pressing her face to his neck, stroking her hair tenderly and pressing his lips to her forehead as her body went limp like wet noodles into his chest.
"Take her to your quarters, Soldat," Karpov ordered.
"Ready to comply," the Asset said as he carried his precious baby out. He took Anna to their quarters and gently laid her on the camp cot. She looked at him with moist eyes as he stroked her hair tenderly.
"Head hurt," Anna whimpered.
"I know, baby. Just lay still. You fell and hit your head," the Asset whispered gently. His daughter wouldn't remember being wiped so it was easier to say she had hit her head.
"Who are you?" Anna asked, looking confused.
"I'm your Papa," the Asset said.
"Who am I?" Anna asked.
"You're my baby. You're Anna," the Asset said, gently caressing her forehead with a gentle kiss.
"Head hurt, Papa," Anna said, her voice cracking slightly.
"I know, baby. Here, do you want to sleep on my chest?" The Asset asked, scooping up his daughter and laying her tiny body on his muscular chest. The little girl curled up on his chest like an adorable kitten, gripping handfuls of his shirt in her little hands.
"Anna no know Papa," Anna whimpered.
"It's all right, baby. You are my baby. Papa loves his Anna. Now sleep, baby," the Asset said, adjusting her so her face was buried in the crook of his neck. Anna pressed her tiny mouth to his neck and with a shuddering sob fell asleep. Her little mind was vulnerable and she would believe anything he said at this point. Right now he had ordered her to sleep and Anna was quick to comply. Forcing her to accept that he was her father should be easy as she was little enough to lose whatever memories she had before she met him. This had been the first wiping. It should take one or two more for her brain to accept the changes the serum and shocks forced on it.
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Anna woke up in the place Papa called the Red Room. No one ever told her where Papa took her for his missions and when they left the base Anna wasn't ever allowed to see where she was going or where the base was on their way back. As long as she was with Papa she figured the questions wasn't important. For her what was important was her papa and she loved him. Anna rested her head back on Papa's muscular chest, pressing her face into his neck. Papa's arms were safe and warm and every night since she could remember she always slept in his arms.
"Anna, go back to sleep," Papa's voice rumbled through her.
"Yes, Papa," Anna said as she cuddled into Papa's chest and he stroked her hair gently with his flesh fingers. Anna fell asleep, thinking how fortunate she was to have a Papa who loved her. She had done something bad before this mission and the drugs they had given her caused her to forget. Papa had told her that was why they had given her medicine. The doses had burned her throat when they made her drink it and her veins and bones had hurt when they had stuck her in the arm and neck with a needle. They then put her in some chair and did something that felt like her brain was on fire. Papa was quick to take her into his strong arms and press kisses to her head when the drugs and burning was racing through her.
Anna woke up to a strong, warm hand stroking her hair. Anna raised her head from Papa's neck to see Papa smiling at her. "Now you can wake up, baby," Papa said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Do I train with you and the Widows, Papa?" Anna asked as he settled her on a chair and put breakfast in front of her.
"No. You come with me, but you are not training with the Widows. You'll use weapons when you are older," Papa said as he picked up a spoon and fed her. Papa had been feeding her like this for as long as Anna could remember. Papa said she had refused food when she first became his baby and he used to have to hold her on his lap and make her eat. Anna could eat now, but she loved Papa's feeding her. He put a little oatmeal on the spoon and held it to her lips. Anna opened her mouth obediently and swallowed, Papa kissing her forehead with each swallow.
"Papa, what if they make you train me?" Anna asked after finishing her last bite and crawling onto Papa's lap. She pressed her head into his chest and felt his flesh hand stroke her face and hair.
"I don't know, baby. At the moment Karpov agrees you are too young to train, but the woman who runs the school, I don't know. Just stay by me and don't speak unless you are spoken to. You don't speak Russian that well yet," Papa said, ghosting a kiss on her forehead as the door opened.
"Soldat, Madame B says the girls are ready," a round, pasty-looking woman said.
"All right. Anna, hold my hand," Papa ordered and Anna took his metal hand in hers. After a few steps Papa swung her up into his arms and settled her on his flash shoulder. Anna buried her face into Papa's neck, hoping that Papa wouldn't have to train her with the Widows.
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The Asset put Anna down onto a chair as they entered what looked like a sparring room. 12 girls stood there like rigid soldiers as he joined Karpov and the Madame who ran the school. "Good morning, Soldat," Karpov said.
"Ready to comply," the Asset said.
"Soldat, we need our girls to be trained by the best. Comrade Karpov says you are the best and these are the girls in our Black Widow program," Madame B said. The Asset's eyes went down the line of girls. In a few years his Anna could be standing here, being trained by her father. The Asset went to each girl and tilted her head to meet his eyes and squeezed their upper arms to see if the girls had any strength.
"These will do," the Asset said with a note of finality.
"Da, Soldat," Madame said as she and Karpov left the Asset.
