Stealing Winter

Chapter Eleven

"So Steve," Charlie ducked under one of his punches. "Anything else you can tell me about Bucky, or about the Winter Soldier."

"You talk about them," He began, taking a swing at Charlie. Normally he wouldn't even try to hit a girl, but he knew this training would eventually help bring his friend back. Charlie back stepped. "Like they're two different people."

"Well the way I've heard about it all," Charlie swung at Steve, which caught him off guard and she slammed her fist onto his gut. "When Bucky doesn't remember, he's like a different person, and goes by the Winter Soldier." She stepped back to avoid his foot. "And so it's better to learn about both, under different names. Makes it easier to remember."

"Alright," Steve ducked under Charlie's next swing. "Well the Winter Soldier has no sense of remorse. Hydra gives him a mission, he does it, and if he remembers anything that wipe his memory." Charlie helped, jumping over Steve's attempt to knock her feet out from under her.

"Sounds like a bad guy, no offense." Steve frowned.

"He is." He said coldly. "I just want to get him back to normal." Charlie grabbed his wrist as he swung again, and managed to flip Steve onto his back and pin him down using her knee.

"That's really sweet of you, Steve." Charlie commented. Steve looked a little impressed as Charlie helped him up. "Can you tell me, did Bucky ever mention a girl before he went to war? Like, dancing with a girl?" Steve looked slightly confused. He took a moment to think about it.

"He might have." Steve nodded slightly. "Why?" He smirked slightly. "Was it you?" Charlie flushed slightly.

"I'm not sure if it was a dream or a memory." She smiled sadly. "We're both much older than anyone else, but I have seventy more years of memory than you." Steve nodded quickly.

"Round two?" Steve got into a fighting stance. Charlie nodded, and they began again.

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"I'm home!" Charlie called out as she shut the door behind herself. "And Hans, you left the door unlocked!"

"Calm down missy!" Mom called from the living room. "Get in here, I got something for you!" Charlie groaned internally.

"What is it, Mom?" The elder-looking lady smiled kindly at Charlie and motioned her to come over. Charlie took a seat on the cold floor in front of her chair. Mom held out a brown box that was messily wrapped with newspaper and tapes closed with electrical tape.

"Here you are sweetie." She said. Charlie thanked her and quickly unwrapped he box - which wasn't even taped closed. Inside was a suit. It was a dark blue color, and looked skintight. Charlie smiled awkwardly.

"Thank you, Mom. But isn't blue kind of Captain America's thing?" She asked. Mom narrowed her eyes teasingly.

"Red, white, and blue are his thing Charlie. This suit," She pulled out a black mask that would cover her entire face, excluding her eyes. "Is blue and grey." There was a facial design on the mask, with a grey mouth and grey surrounding the eyeholes.

"I appreciate it, Mom." Charlie said softly. "Thank you." She got onto her knees and lightly hugged Mom around her middle. Mom patterned her back lightly.

"You're welcome sweetie."

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"She even got me a mask." Charlie said to Clint, pulling said mask out of her bag. She put it on, tying it off in he back with the thick black robins attacked to each side. "How do I look?"

"Honestly?" Charlie nodded. "You look a little creepy." Clint remarked. Charlie rolled her eyes, and took off the mask.

"I'm going to be wearing something over the suit, because I don't think I'd be comfortable wearing it by itself." She remembered trying it on, at Mom and Reese's request. Reese said she looked cool - Travis said she looked like a striper (to which, Charlie asked how he knew that, and he got all flustered).

"Why wear the suit if it's one mission?" Natasha asked from across the room as she cleaned her knife. Charlie shrugged.

"To make Mom happy I guess." She stood up turned to Clint. "Wanna spar?" He agreed, and they took their places on the mat. "Don't go all easy on me now." She teased. Clint scoffed.

"You wound me." He said over dramatically. Charlie rolled her eyes, and they began to spar. Steve was running late, which was worrying Charlie. He came in the moment Charlie flipped Clint, and he wordlessly walked to one of the hanging punching bags.

"Hey Cap, you okay?" Clint asked casually as Charlie helped him up. Steve nodded quickly, and began to beat the bag. "Well he's acting strange." He muttered. Charlie shrugged, and got into a fighting stance.

Around the third round, Natasha interrupted them. She held up the knife and Charlie nodded, Clint stepped off the mat and got on a treadmill. They started off, and Natasha seamed more hostile this time around. She was swiping faster and from all different angles. Charlie eventually slammed Natasha onto the mat and used her hand to stomp the  knife from her grip.

"You seam angry." Charlie said, holding out a hand to help Natasha up. Natasha brushed her off and got up. "Oh, yeah. Doing your job, right?" The moment she said it, Natasha swung at her with the knife. Charlie dodged, but only got far enough away that the knife nicked her cheek.

The wound closed and Charlie prepared to disarmed the seemingly pissed off red-headed assassin.

"Natasha, are you okay?" Clint asked, worry evident in his voice. Even the silent soldier seamed worried.

"I'm fine." She hissed. Charlie shook her head, ducking under a swipe from Natasha's blade. "Leave," Another swipe "me," Charlie blocked her next try to jam the knife into her skull. "Alone!" She slammed the knife into Charlie's chest. Charlie gasped for breath. During the past few days, she had been practicing on how not to pass out after being killed. She reached up almost limply and pulled the blade out. She dropped it, spitting out blood onto the mat beside her feet.

"I think you both need a break." Steve spoke up. Natasha looked at him, venom in her eyes. "Now Romanoff." Charlie hadn't heard Steve so serious since he interrogated her with Furry.

Natasha stomped out of the training room, leaving behind two confused men and a girl practically choking on her own blood.

"Well," Charlie chuckled nervously, fixed her now ruined Superman shirt, and spat out blood onto the mat. "That could have gone better."

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A/N: what do you guys think of this chapter? I don't think it turned out that well, but that's just my opinion. I kind of rushed it. Hope you enjoyed it anyway!