My little shadow (Bucky Barnes)

5

"Du er distrahert," You're distracted.

I ignore Winter's words and charge him. After two seconds I feel his weight on my back. He's twisting my arm behind my back and it hurts, but I know he won't break it. He could have done it for a while now.

"Lille skygge," Little Shadow.

"Hva om Hydra er dårlig?" What if Hydra is bad?

His body tenses. Hardly anyone knows Norwegian around here, but maybe some do.

"Aldri si det igjen hvis de hører deg, vil du bli straffet." Don't ever say that again, if they hear you you will be punished.

Winter lets go of my hand and stands up, getting into an attack position. I do the same and wait. This time he will be the one to attack. After a few seconds, however, I realize that he won't attack me. I take a deep breath and attack. All my attacks are blocked, but I can see an opening in his pattern. I pretend to trip and let myself fall. As soon as I hit the ground I charge at his legs and throw him to the ground. I straddle him and lock his legs. I punch him in the chest to make him take his hands off his head. As soon as he does, I take the opportunity and punch him in the nose which immediately breaks. In the presence of blood I stop and stand up, offering him my hand. Winter looks at the hand for a few seconds and then throws herself across my legs and throws me to the floor. When I hit my head on the floor I grunt and curse.

For more than two months they didn't assign me any mission. Not me or Winter. I like Winter, the way she is kind with her little gestures. Every time he sees me he greets me, and if there is someone with us he looks at me and welcomes me with his eyes. it's as if someone really saw me for the first time.

During training, however, it gets harder and harder. I manage to keep up with him with great difficulty. But I'm improving. I notice it in the way I throw more punches faster and without feeling as much effort. I can also move faster.

"Hvor gammel tror du at du er?" How old do you think you are? I ask Winter as we sit on the bench waiting for someone to come escort us to our cells.

I see him think for a moment. "Ca 25. Du?" Around 25. You?.

"Etter det jeg husker, 15" From what I remember, 15.

For a second he's doubtful, but then his eyes become soft and playful. "Min lille skygge," My little shadow. He says and pats me on the shoulder.

I give him a reproachful look, but he takes no notice.