You heard the banging of your metal door. You and the rest of the Russian mafia (at least those in your rank) stayed in an old abandon prison. "Wake up y/n!" A man said in Russian "it's fucking 2 am what the hell?!" You answers back speaking Russian "get up we have to go get new assignments before all the good ones are gone!" The man said you could hear his feet running away from your so called "room"
You remembered at the start of every month ever month you and other advanced members get new assignments. Last time you nearly got decapitated because you saw a cat that looked like it hadn't eaten in months. "Poor cat" you whispered to yourself.
You finally managed to get your lazy ass outa bed. You threw on a blank white shirt ("shit" you cursed "you can see my black bra... Ah we'll most of these people have seen me shirtless before") black pants, and a red flannel. You didn't feel like wearing shoes. You grabbed your riffle, a hand gun, and put throwing knifes in holsters along your belt.
"Time to go face the world" you said quietly walking into the brightly lot prison hallway. "Hey y/n why ya up so early?" A heavy Russian accent called. It was jasper, from the door way of his prison cell across from yours.
Jasper was we'll you could call him an old friend of yours when you joined the mafia he was your trainer. If you wanted I call it that. Him yelling at you if you missed the mark by a centimeter while shooting. Breaking your spirits, genetically altering You, so you were pretty much full of lightning, but not just any lighting... Sometimes it was blue. You joined the mafia when you were 9. Your parents were in the mafia. Brought you to there camps when they were out. But everything changed when the leader of the mafia found out they were giving info to a place called S.H.E.I.L.D. You were forced to kill your own parents, first mission, first kills.
"When did you learn to speak English?" You said in English
"Haha very funny, now run along and go... Create mass genocide or whatever kids these days are doing" jasper said in Russian, guess he have up
You finally managed to find your way to the dinning hall where the leader of our base was handing out files to fellow soldiers. You got in line and when you got to the front he handed you a file.
"Do you need help on that case y/n?" The leader said as you opened the file and read 'James Buchanan Barnes/ the winter soldier blah blah blah details details details' and theses words caught you '...needs interrogation... Then... Killed"
"Look who you're talking to, one of the head assassin in the district!" You said a tad sassy when you didn't need I be
"Alright alright Remember interrogate don't shoot first questions later, you've done that so many times before" he said giving you a 'lolz that's what ya get for being a dumbass' look
"Yeah ok I've only done that like twice k?" You walk away reading more of the file
Interrogate first shoot second
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Hurt (Bucky Barnes X Reader)
FanfictionBeing the top assassin in the Russian mafia was fun. Mass genocide, hunting people down, easy, finding and killing James Buchanan Barnes, was not.