THE CHAIN, B. Barnes daughter

6. blue eyed baby

as you guys can see, blue eyes!!  The amount I mentioned blue eyes in this chapter is all part of the plan 🫡

Tw: BURNING. FUCK U IRINA

BY THE WAY, we're back to the old man!!

October 17th 2003

"I WANT TO SEE THE BABY!" Soldat's words pierced through the hallway. "I want to see my baby!" Shouted Soldat.

Bucky Barnes, known to HYDRA as the Winter Soldier, paced the cold, dimly lit confines of his cell. His mind was a tangled mess of fragmented memories and a gnawing desperation he couldn't shake. His instincts screamed that something vital was missing, something more important than any mission he had ever been given.

His words were met with silence at first, the only response the distant hum of machinery. He felt like an animal trapped in a cage, his enhanced strength useless against the emotional torment tearing at his heart. Every fiber of his being ached with the need to see her, to know she was safe.

The old man finally appeared at the end of the hallway, flanked by a pair of stoic guards. His expression was as unreadable as ever, a mask of cold calculation. He approached Bucky's cell, the heavy steel door sliding open with a hiss.

"You want to see the baby?" the old man said, his voice a chilling calm. "Very well. Bring it."

One of the guards disappeared down the corridor, and Bucky's heart pounded in his chest. Moments later, the guard returned, cradling a small bundle wrapped in a soft, white blanket. The sight of the tiny infant made Bucky's breath catch in his throat.

The guard handed the baby to the old man, who stepped into the cell and extended the child towards Bucky. With trembling hands, Bucky took her, holding her gently but securely. Then way he grabbed her was desperate, like he craved it, craved to even look at his baby again.

The baby's blue eyes blinked up at him, wide and curious, the exact same shade as his own, she looked like him actually, a lot like him.

Those blue eyes, so pure and innocent, seemed to pierce through the fog in his mind, grounding him in a way he hadn't felt in years. He traced a finger over her delicate features, his heart swelling with an unfamiliar but profound sense of love and protectiveness.

Blue eyes baby
Blue eyes baby
Blue eyes baby
Blue eyes baby
Blue eyes baby

"She's beautiful," Bucky whispered, tears welling in his eyes.

For a moment, the world outside the cell ceased to exist. There was only Bucky and his daughter, connected by a bond that transcended the walls of their prison. He felt a glimmer of hope, a fleeting sense that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way out together.

The old man watched this tender exchange with a detached interest. He allowed the moment to linger, then took a step forward. "Time's up, Soldier. Hand her back."

Bucky's grip tightened instinctively. "No, please. Just a little longer."

The old man's expression hardened. "Now, Soldat."

Reluctantly, Bucky handed his daughter back to the old man, his heart breaking as she was taken from his arms. He felt as if a part of him was being ripped away, a pain deeper than any physical wound. He hoped if he just listened, maybe they would let him see her again.

The old man cradled the baby with an eerie gentleness, then turned to one of the guards. "Prepare him for reprogramming."

He knew.