𝙴𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - Bucky Barnes

8. DEFYING SUBMISSION

TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS AGO - HYDRA FACILITY - LOCATION: UNKNOWN.

Anastasia stands resolute in the training room, her eyes ablaze with an unwavering defiance that sends chills down the spines of even the most hardened Hydra operatives. With every breath, she feels the weight of exhaustion settle upon her, her body bearing the marks of countless battles endured in this relentless training regimen. Despite the bruises marring her skin, she remains steadfast, her spirit unyielding against the relentless onslaught of Hydra's indoctrination.

Having been forced within Hydra for a few months now, Anastasia's resolve remains unbroken. Despite the fog of brainwashing and the grueling nature of their training, she continues to fight tooth and nail against their attempts to make her into their perfect weapon. Though her mind may be clouded at times, she refuses to bend to their will, even as they chip away at her sense of self, determined to maintain her autonomy in the face of their relentless coercion.

Before her looms the imposing figure of the Winter Soldier, his presence a stark reminder of the forces she's up against. Tasked with molding her into Hydra's sinister weapon, he embodies both frustration and determination in equal measure. Yet, despite his efforts to break her, Anastasia remains steadfast in her refusal to succumb to their twisted designs.

"Enough fucking games, Anastasia," Bucky growls, his voice low and menacing. "You will learn to obey, one way or another."

Anastasia's lips curl into a sneer as she spits at his feet, her defiance unyielding even in the face of his threats. "I will never bow to you," she hisses, her voice dripping with venom.

Bucky's patience wears thin as he steps forward, his gaze hardening with resolve. Without hesitation, he strikes her across the face with a swift and brutal blow, the force of the impact sending her staggering backward.

"I don't need you to bow to me," he snarls, his voice laced with anger. "I just need you to do as your fucking told."

Anastasia staggers from the force of the blow, but she refuses to yield, her defiance burning brighter than ever in the face of Bucky's aggression. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth, a grim testament to the brutality of their training sessions.

"You think you can break me?" she spits, her voice laced with contempt as she wipes the blood from her split lip. "You think Hydra's brainwashing holds any power over me?"

"You have no idea what they'll do to you if you continue to persist in this resistance," he cautions, his tone edged with a mixture of desperation and frustration. "You think I'm the enemy here? You have no idea what's coming."

"I don't think you're the enemy, soldier. I know you are!" she spits out vehemently, her words infused with pure disdain. "I fucking despise you!" With an enraged cry, Anastasia disregards the protests of her battered body, launching herself at Barnes with a ferocity that belies her injuries, her fist connecting solidly with his jaw.

It's Bucky's turn to stagger back from the unexpected blow, momentarily stunned by Anastasia's fierce retaliation. His jaw throbs with pain as he regains his footing, his expression a mix of surprise and begrudging admiration for her tenacity.

"Is that the best you can do?" he taunts, his voice laced with a mixture of mockery and amusement. Adjusting his jaw with a nonchalant gesture, he meets her gaze with a hint of unimpressed laughter, as if her attack had barely registered as a minor inconvenience.

Anastasia's eyes narrow at Bucky's taunting words, her frustration mounting with each passing moment. With a primal scream of rage, she launches herself at him once more, her fists flying in a relentless barrage of blows. But Bucky is prepared this time, his movements swift and calculated as he deflects her attacks with ease.