I fall and hit my head on the ground for what seems like the millionth time. Winter went easy on me the first time and now shows off his true ability to knock me out. Every time he does this I have bitter words in store for him in every language I know. Which are also quite a few. I don't remember how much time has passed, but I recognize that I am improving. Maybe I'm just learning Winter's moves, but with him I've learned to understand people's weaknesses. Winter is a good teacher.
"Вода ломается" Water break.
I lie on the ground for a few more seconds. As soon as I get up I see the stars.
"Я тебя ненавижу," I hate you.
Winter blows and takes a long drink of water.
Sometimes I wonder what he's thinking if he has nothing to remember, but then I remember that I'm like that too. Maybe he's thinking what I'm thinking too. Okay, I think I've gone off topic, because I've been staring at him for too long and if I don't start thinking about something else I'll probably ask Winter something stupid.
"Hva tenker du på?" What are you thinking about?
Perfect.
"Kan du lese tanker?" Can you read minds?
He looks at me confused and shakes his head.
"Jeg tenkte på hva du tenkte." I was thinking about what you were thinking.
"Вставать" Get up. A guard rushes in. "Для нее есть миссия" There is a mission for her.
My body tenses up, but no one notices. Or at least I thought. As soon as we leave the cell I feel Winter's hand on my back, comforting. I jump and look at him confused. He looks confused too so I decide to ignore him.
The guard escorts us to Winter's cell and then leads me to the garage. I recognize some scientists including Zola.
In a few minutes they explain the mission to me.
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"I don't want to," my words are a whisper, but it's enough to make my blood run cold. I have never spoken without permission. And I have never disobeyed. Before now.
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My little shadow (Bucky Barnes)
FanfictionNyla 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.
