My little shadow (Bucky Barnes)

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The next day they take me to another cell. Much larger and with a table on which there are several weapons.

The man who was escorting me locks me in and leaves. I stay alone.

Footsteps approach and the cell opens. A man with a metal arm enters. he is much taller than me and even looks a few years older.

The man approaches as silently as a cat. I take a step towards the table and stand ready to immediately grab a knife if necessary. He notices it, but doesn't intervene. His blue eyes are cold, but I can see the curiosity beneath them.

"Я Зимний Солдат" I am the Winter Soldier. He extends his hand.

What should I do? I look at him confused and gestures to his hand. I hold her.

"Тень" Shadow.

He stares into my eyes for a few moments. Everything happens fast. The Winter Soldier tries to twist my arm behind my back, but I was ready. Before he can do anything I grab a knife from the table and try to stick it in his arm. He shields himself with his metal arm and throws the knife away.

"Начнем без оружия" Let's start without weapons.

The adrenaline rises and I feel my body burning. I want to punch him.

I lunge forward and aim for his face but he catches my fist in his hand. Too bad that wasn't the way I wanted to hurt him. I have always been better at using my legs than my fists. I jump and kick him in the head. He manages to block my shot at the last second. I try to hit him again and again but I can't. And this pisses me off.

"Ты лучше, чем я представлял" You are better than I imagined.

I catch my breath for a second. And only when I'm lying on the ground and my nose is broken do I realize that it's the first time I've felt like this. I don't know how to describe it. it's a pleasant sensation that makes you feel warm and appreciated. Being better than expected... that's a beautiful thing.

After a couple of hours the Winter Soldier says to take a break. There's something about him that makes me curious. He notices me staring at him and stares back at me.

"Что случилось?" What is it?

I shift my gaze to the bars in front of me.

"Ты можешь говорить по-норвежски?" Can you speak Norwegian?

"Ja" Yes.

"Hvorfor har du en metallarm?" Why do you have a metal arm?

His face darkens and he shrugs. As I imagined, he also has no memories except this place.

"Kan jeg kalle deg liten skygge?" Can I call you little shadow? His deep voice asks and I look at him in surprise.

"Jeg er ikke liten," I'm not small. I reply. If he says it like this it seems like I'm weak.

I hear him sigh. He stands up and has to bend a little to offer me his hand. I take it and get up. He can't fool me and a moment later I throw myself on the ground and kick his legs underneath him. He falls but as soon as he gets up I can sense that he is proud.