PALE FINGERS GRACES across the keyboard, the short red painted nails matching the fire of their hair. Their eyes glanced up at the screen in front of them, trying to find him. To find them again.
The text in front of them flashes down the screen, encryptions trying to feebly block their access to the classified documents. "I was one of you." She whispers softly, not that a soul was around to hear her. She types in a few more commands, watching as the screen lit up, spewing out information.
Blacked out documents adorn the page before her, showing diagrams, pictures, of men and women dressed in black, their mouths covered by a black mask. Behind then stand men in Soviet military gear, the familiar red star sitting on the centre of the fur of their hats. The Soviet's arm was stretched out, touching the shoulder of one of the men in black, their hair framing their face, their eyes staring out into the open behind the camera.
The woman gasps, gripping the side of the computer tightly, her eyes wide with recognition. She takes a quick glance at the other photos, the quality and positioning making it clear they are from missions. The women hesitates a few seconds before closing the computer down again, hiding it before whispering to herself;
"When Autumn falls, Winter comes. So I keep my hair the colour of Autumn so that someday you may find me."
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The Soldat, The Captain and The Asset
FanfictionIn September 1944, Steve rescues Bucky, the Howling Commandos and all other international soldiers who had been held as prisoners of war by Hydra, only to be told by Bucky that he hadn't. When going back for others, he finds out that the last prison...
