After a while of riding on the ship I dozed off. The slap was peaceful untill it wasn't. Those green eyes, the blood, the dark hair. I jolt upright in the chair and nearly fall off. I bury my face in my hands and recoup for a moment.
"You good?" Steve asks beside me.
"Yeah, all good. Just um. . . Bad dream." I say covering the tears with my hands.
I take a deep breath before I feel a hand on my shoulder. I wipe the tears from my eyes and open them to see Winter crouching infront of me. I laugh, we used to do this for eachother whenever we woke up from a bad dream. He takes my hand in his and squeezes it gently. The touch grounds me and I take a deep breath.
"It's just a dream." He says and I repeat after him.
"Thanks winter." I smile.
At the use of his old name he stiffens. He drops his hand from my shoulder and stands. I clutch his hand tighter in mine and look up at him.
"What do you want me to call you now?" I ask simply.
"Bucky." He says after a moment of contemplating.
"Okay Bucky." We share a smile.
The mood returns to its somber state as we make our way to Berlin. I wrap my arms around my torso and stare out at the snow covered mountains. Steve lands and Bucky and I go into the back to load up on supplies. I toad myself with a bigger gun and more mags.
"Remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of a freezer truck?" Steve asks Bucky.
"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Bucky asks.
"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a red head." Steve and Bucky share a laugh.
I watch them converse so easily and a pang goes through my gut. Everything I did with him, every mission, every kill is something he will look back on with regret. I wonder if he regrets those nights spent in cramped, shitty apartments talking every time I got him to come out of his shell.
I tear my eyes away from them and walk down the ramp. My fists clench over the pistols at my hips as we move toward the bunker.
The bad feeling in my stomach grows as we reach the door. A cold sense of familiarity echoes in my hollowed bones as I stand at the mouth of the cave looking door.
"He can't have been more than a few hours." Steve says.
"Long enough to wake them up." Bucky says darkly.
I walk in first after steeling my resolve. I hold my pistol up as we walk through the familiar halls. Memories flash in my mind I didn't even know existed. Being dragged here after a rouge mission trying to find Natasha. Bloody and broken, they dragged me here. Down this hall, into this elevator.
We move down the hall with careful precision, clearing every corner. A clang sounds behind us and we turn. Steve protects us with his sheild as Bucky and I peer over the edge, guns raised as a door creaks open.
"Ready?" Steve asks.
"Yeah." Bucky and I reply.
Anticipation gnaws at my nerves as I position my finger on the trigger. As the door opens a light floods into the hallway and a familiar red suit walks through.
"Come on Tony." I groan, lowering my gun. "Can you just let us get through this and then arrest us?"
"You seem a little defensive." He remarks.
"It's been a long day." Steve says, creeping closer, his sheild raised.
"At ease Solder I'm not currently after you." Tony says to Bucky who continues to hold his gun up.
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Winter Widow
Fanfiction'Dark nights lead to cold Winters' Valeria Isakov was raised in the Red Room. Killing is the only thing she knows. Working for Hydra for years left her with a deformed sense of reality. When Captain America becomes her next target she is faced with...
