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Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

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Being affiliated with Hydra and sworn to remain loyal to them resulted in keeping your memories. You were born into this life therefore you were easily manipulated to stay in it. Little did they know, you were planning on leaving. But there was one thing holding you back.
As you returned from a mission with James –the Winter Soldier, according to everyone else– you occasionally looked at him to see if he'd talk. In the past year that he's been out of a stasis, you've watched him gradually open up more and more. You'd train together and he started to talk to you more.
He'd come to you when he needed help because you were the only one who he wasn't scared to talk in front of.
"How are you feeling?" you asked as you walked down the hallway towards your assigned location upon returns.
"I didn't sleep." James murmured so quietly that you just barely heard him.
The other week, you had heard him in his sleep just before the guards did. In a way, you saved him from being wiped again. You knew about his returning memories and you were like the human journal to him.
"Welcome back." the psycho and bubbly red head grinned, approaching the two of us. Well, she had her attention on James more. Your blood boiled when her hand brushed his metal arm. "Boss wants to see you."
You leaned on your hip and crossed your arms impatiently, averting your eyes away from her attempt at flirting with the Soldier. Only a conceited fool would think it's okay to flirt with a man who doesn't even know himself. Clearly, Sinthea and Crossbones have been off lately if she was trying to get with James.
"You too, ragdoll." Sinthea said, plastering a fake smile on her lips. You narrowed my eyes at her.
"Got it, slut." you muttered, a grin curving on your lips. Sinthea sharply turned around and stepped forward. But you kept your back straight and gaze cold.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Remember who has more authority here and more weapons." you snapped. Her father was dead. Yours was in control of this base. Sinthea's blood didn't help her in any situations. At least any concerning me.
Once you and James had met with your father who said that we'd be returning to Russia by the end of the day, you stormed off to the training room. You were heated beyond belief and your blood was boiling. James had come to you for everything, James had opened up to you, James had saved your life even when it was made clear that at least one of you only have to come back. But Sinthea was getting away with treating him like a toy. Didn't he already suffer with poor treatment enough?
While your thoughts escalated, you threw knives into the target, each one digging deeper and deeper until they cut straight through and stuck to the wall.
"What's wrong?" a voice asked from the entrance. Your eyes fell on James and you could almost laugh at his obliviousness.
"Sinthea is what's wrong." you replied, walking over to the human shaped target that was a little closer to the entrance.
"She didn't do anything."
You paused, a new set of knives in your hands now. "As far as you know." you muttered. "Why are you defending her?"
"I'm not. Sinthea acts this way all the time. I didn't see anything different today that would set you off like this."
You scoffed, shaking your head as you got in a fighting stance with the motionless target and fought as if it were a punching bag.
"Sinthea needs to understand where her position is. That's all. I hate it here. Everything is so biased and strict." You said, mostly to yourself.
"Then why don't you leave?" you asked as you kicked your foot up, a knife sliding out from your boot and slicing the head of the target off. You stood there, his question replaying in your head. Why didn't I leave? It was a simple answer but the feelings behind it were complicated.
You looked up at James from the target you stood by. If you were going to say it you mine as well be bold about it.
"Because." you shrugged. "I don't want to leave you." With shaky nerves and a very unstable mindset, you picked up your knife and started throwing them at various targets across the room. Maybe James had left the room. You didn't notice. You were too busy trying to avoid the aftermath of what you just admitted.
From behind, James approached you and grabbed your wrist to turn you around and face him. This was the most emotion you've seen on his face in your time of knowing him. The feeling of him being this close made you tense up but inside, your heart beat wildly.
"I don't want you to leave me here." James whispered, his metal hand sliding through your hair to the back of your head to pull your lips to his. You two pressed your lips to each other, closing the remaining space between each other and your arms were around his neck. The kiss was hard as if all the bottled up feelings were pouring out all at once. But it was passionate and meaningful and unlike anything you've ever experienced.
Your back hit a wall and James was pressed up against you, his hands still cupping your face as your lips never parted.
"Then let's leave together." you whispered against his lips, the pressure of his body smothering you in such a comfortable way.
"That's suicide and you know it." he murmured, taking quick breaths. You looked into his eyes. Neither of you expected that but you weren't complaining nor fighting it either.
"Isn't every mission we do together practically suicide?" you questioned, his metal hand resting at the curve of your waist and giving you the chills.
"Shut up." he said, pressing his lips against yours