Sometimes I still wonder if I'm alive. Maybe I was in hell all this time. Because I have committed many sins, even if I didn't decide to commit them. They were ordered to me. And if you don't obey Hydra they have a painful way of getting you back in line.
I'm not allowed to talk to anyone. I can't ask for anything. But at least I can talk when they ask me about missions. Too bad I never say what I want. I would like to say that it disgusts me and gives me goosebumps. But maybe I'll get used to it over time. I hope so.
I know I'm special. At least that's what they tell me. It should make me happy, but it doesn't. They call me their Creation or the Weapon. I have no memories of before being this. I only know that my name is Shadow. It suits me even if I have light hair, eyes and skin.
Someone enters my cell. Dinner.
He goes out and leaves the door open. He does this often because he knows that if I follow him, I will be punished. He likes to tease me, to drive me insane.
The food smells wonderful, but I don't give in. I don't have to do it. My stomach growls and I decide to ignore it. After about an hour a man enters my cell.
"Ты можешь есть" You can eat.
I don't even wait for him to go away and I've already devoured half of my dinner. The meat had become cold and hard and almost inedible. But I can't complain. I am not allowed.
«Ешь, солдат, завтра будешь с кем-нибудь тренироваться». Eat soldier, tomorrow you will train with someone. And he leaves, closing the cell door behind him.
Hello, I hope you like the first chapter. I don't know russian so I'm sorry if it's not correct. Thank you for reading my story.
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My little shadow (Bucky Barnes)
Fiksi PenggemarNyla Yaseniya Sidorov and James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier and the Shadow. Two killers, lethal and invisible as smoke. Not that they wanted to kill, but when you work brainwashed for Hydra you don't have much choice.