Twin Soldiers.

Seven: Amnesia.

Bucky's P.O.V. - 1952.

We were given a mission. A mission to kill. Some part of me was screaming not to do it, and that it was wrong, but the question that continued to fly by was:

What's the difference?

It felt like a part of me was missing, as I walked down the silent halls by my partner. It was weird. She and I looked almost exactly alike. And I felt like I knew her all my life.

I felt empty. Except for when I was next to her, she gave me the oddest feeling of reassurance. But I didn't know-or couldn't remember why.

"Hello, Mr.Barnes." The small man from yesterday showed up again as I sat in the chair across from the girl. "How are you feeling today?"

I did remember that the small man was the only one who treated us kindly. He would ask us how we were, tend to the bruises we'd received from training or earlier treatments (most of which I forgot as soon as they happened), and he would smile.

That was the thing that made me feel something other than pain or reassurance. Something like hope.

"Alright, you know what happens next." I stared through the glass at the girl across from me, and she stared forward as the guy treating her shoved a mouth guard in her mouth as well.

I watched as the man walked away, silently pleading that he would stay.

Zola! That was his name.

I groaned softly as metal cuffs clamped around my arms and legs. There was another in my back, keeping my posture right, I guess, and I braced myself for the following pain.

This I would never forget.

With each piercing scream, the thoughts disappeared, and the empty feeling returned. My fists were clenched, my nails digging into my flesh, well, the flesh side at least.

With the metal I couldn't feel a thing. All the pain stopped at my shoulder.

When they finally stopped, a new voice came onto the loudspeaker.

At least I think it was a new voice.

"Hello, Twin Soldiers. I assure you nothing is wrong, I just want you to listen to these few words." The new girl and I shared a look.

Several soldiers lined up on either side of me, but not blocking my view of the new girl.

"Тоска, Ржавые, печи,"

My head began to pound, the control I had over my actions weakening.

"Семнадцать лет, Доброкачественные," The girls eyes grew dark as the words progressed, and I felt myself grow stronger by the second.

"Девять, возвращение,"

Had they done this to us before? Did I know what would happen next?

Before the words stopped, another word hazily come from his mouth and my vision went black, as I slipped out of control.

"Soldier?"

3rd person-P.O.V.

"Готов выполнить."

The phrase they'd learned to repeat back when they were ready to be controlled.

And that's exactly what it meant.

Ready to Comply.

"Soldiers, your target is in Vienna, Germany, confirmed kill in seven hours upon arrival." A bulletproof vest was worn by both, even though it wasn't likely that they'd be shot.

Identical muzzles were placed on the faces of the soldiers, keeping them silent, and anonymous. Unable to plead for help if any memories had resurfaced, unable to spill any secrets to what they actually went through to become stronger and stronger every mission.

Their target was a rogue HYDRA agent who'd found refuge in Vienna and tried to get SHIELD to free the soldiers. But they didn't need to be freed. They were safe from the discrimination and war going on in the world. In America.

They did find him. And they did kill him.

One bullet. One lethal shot to the head, and he was out. People screamed as they walked toward him, taking his briefcase and leaving the body.

They exceeded Hydra's expectations and they were pushed to do more.

Faster.

They were injected with two doses of Super Serum once they'd built up the tolerance.

Smarter.

Strategics wasn't taught. It was drilled in through torturous ways. But it was efficient.

Stronger.

Relentless training, 1,175 iron weights broken, 245 punching bags destroyed, and 11 arm repairs.

It was completely insane if you ask me. But it was worth it. Because little did they know, their best friend was still living.

Just missing.