A/N:
Y/N: Your Name
C/N: Codename
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The Soldier's POV:
I sat on the chair in silence. You could hear a pin drop in this silence. Or the sound I couldn't seem to be rid off, the sound of a body dropping from my very own hands. Mission had been completed.
Then why did it feel like something was wrong? Very, very wrong?
I shook my head. I should be focusing on what was happening now, and waiting for orders. Not in his head making up stupid emotions he had no right to think about.
"Soldat!" one of the guards called out in his direction. "At attention, freak."
Freak? That one wasn't very creative. Stupid! Stop thinking about things that don't matter! What was the order? Oh right, it was-
At Attention
Eyes forward, posture straight, mind blank.
I follow all the instructions, staying silent. My mind begins to wander again as I think about my mission. 4 out of the 5 agents that had been with me were dead. I didn't feel so sorry. They hadn't been nice handlers. All bark- more bite. Kicking me around just because they cou-
"Soldier!" I was yelled at, louder this time. My head rang. I glued my eyes to the door and thought about what I could have improved in that mission.
I can't help but wonder why I'm here... not in cyrofreeze.
It must be about the dead agents.
Surely I'm in trouble for that. I hear the footsteps in front of the door first.
Strong, belonging to a boot wearer. Someone light on their feet. Then the door swung open and I saw him- The elusive agent C/N.
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Agent C/N strode into the room as if he owned the place. His hair was messily- but very attractively parted at the side.
His hands were at his sides, covered by black leather gloves. His uniform was different as well. He had chosen to wear black denim jeans that- really helped his ass.
A hydra uniform shirt with the first 2 buttons open and collar up. And finally, a classy black leather jacket with red racing stripes.
His eyes were intense as they scanned the room, identifying the people and objects. Then his attention fell onto the centerpiece of the room. The Winter Soldier, sitting attentively on the mind washing chair.
His eyes failed to meet C/N's, and he stared dazedly at his chest. C/N stepped forward, surveying him. The Soldier's hair was matted and tangled, with was that- gum?!
It had probably been mixed into it by disgusting agents. His knee caps were both split and bloody, the red soaking into the black uniform pants that had been ripped up for years.
"Well. Introductions first, I suppose." C/N begins, pulling a chair in front of the soldiers and draping himself over it in a frankly adorable manner. The soldier quietly followed any movements with his eyes.
"I'm agent C/N. I'm going to be your new handler, because Pierce is frustrating. " C/N states calmly, tossing a leg over one arm of his chair.
The soldier was panicked a bit inside, this man, his handler? And not 5 new people. Just this one. What could be so special about this man?
"obviously I know who you are. And you've probably made your assumptions about me. I want you to take a step back from those. I'm not just your handler. I'm also going to be your partner when we're actually in the field. And I'm not disposable, Soldier. Keep that in mind. " C/N stated, voice never wavering.
The soldier processed all this. Not just a handler. Such an odd thing to say. In the background he could hear some of the guards snickering.
"Do you think that's gonna work with it? Just beat him a little and be done with it. Then he'll respect you." One of them called out.
C/N stared, unamused back at the one who had spoke out.
"respect me or fear me? I figure you're probably too unintelligent to understand, but those do not equal the same thing. You earn respect by giving it."
The room was quiet for a bit, C/N studying the soldier as the guards kept their mouths shut.
"so then, winter. I think I'd rather call you that. Cuter name. When was the last time you washed your hair?" C/N asked, somehow completely not-teasingly.
The soldier stammered when he realized that he was actually gonna have to respond to that ridiculous question. "I- um- I have no idea, sir."
"Hm. I'm sure you look even hotter when your hair looks decent." C/N stated shamelessly. The soldier nearly died inside. Why were we talking about hair?
C/N looked at him for a long moment. "Leave us." He called out calmly. The guards hesitated, but left after a minute.
The soldier's eyes shut and he took a deep breath in. All of the handlers expressed dominance before they started working with the soldier. It was always painful.
C/N watched him breathe, and then took out three things from his pocket. A very fine knife, a bandage, and a pen. The soldier opened his eyes to stare at them. C/N stood up and took the soldiers non-metal arm. He rolled up the sleeve.
Then very calmly, he wrote on the soldiers inner arm, in nice neat, small handwriting- Y/N. The soldier blinked at it. Whose name was that? Why was it in his arm?
The thoughts were interrupted by a small yelp that the soldier realized had came out of him. The knife was buried deep in to the first letter of the name.
C/N hesitated for a moment. His name would be too specific. He changed directions, free styling the hydra insignia.
When he was done, the soldier was panting. C/N pressed a piece of white cloth over the brand. They both watched as the blood seeped into the cloth, staining it and dripping down C/N's fingers.
"Sir?" The soldier finally whispered. C/N looked up at him.
"Yes, winter?" he responded as he took out the bandage roll.
"Who's Y/N, sir?" The soldier asked softly.
"Oh. Y/N? That's me."
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