Winter's Father

Chapter 6

                  Winter Soldier
   This is day two of training, I don't even know his name. There are a lot of things I don't know. I'll find out later. If I can, that is.

   I wait in my room for Karpov to get me. I could hear him coming down the hall. He unlocked the door.

   "Ready for day two?" Karpov asked. I didn't reply. He accepted it and we made our way to the training room.

   When we got there, the boy was already there waiting.

   "Well, they sure did drop you off early today." Karpov said to the boy. The boy didn't even look at Karpov. He just kept his eyes on me. Something was up.

   "I'm going to let you two get to work." Karpov said and left.  It was just me and him again. Then I got to thinking.

   Where was the guard?

   The guard should've been with him. They wouldn't leave him alone until me and Karpov got there. So where was the guard?

   "Where's the guard?" I asked. He just looked down at his feet.

   "You came on your own, didn't you?" I asked, knowing that was probably true. He nodded.

   "How did you get out?" I asked, curiously. He grabbed his bag and pulled out a computer.

   "You hacked your way out." I said, crossing my arms. He answered with another nod. "Pretty impressive for a kid your age." I said. He slightly smiled. It was the first time I saw him smile.

   "Before we start, what's your name kid? I didn't catch it before. And I'm pretty sure you don't want me to call you kid for the rest of the time your here." I said. He just got out a file that was in his bag and handed it to me. On the top it said:

   First name - Jace, Last name - classified

   "Jace," I whispered to myself. "What's your last name?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "You don't know?" I asked, handing back the folder. He nodded. "Oh." I simply replied.

   I don't know my last name either. Hell, I don't even know my first name. Or anything else about me. It most likely has something to do with that machine. Whatever caused me to forget everything, Hydra had a reason for it. I just have to trust them on this.

   In the corner of my eye, I caught the kid, Jace, staring at my metal arm. I looked down at it too, and looked back at him.

   "What? Is there a problem with my arm?" I asked, being a smart mouth. He quickly shooked his head. He also started to walk towards me. I had no clue of what to do. A kid was walking towards me. He stopped right in front of me. I stared down at him. He seemed to be fascinated by my arm.

   Then he did the unexpected. He grabbed it. Out of instinct, I pulled it away from him. He pulled back his hand and looked up at me. We made eye contact.

   After a while, he reached for my arm, again. This time, I let him grab it. He observed it, looking at all angles.

   I couldn't believe it. Someone was actually not scared of my arm. The most unbelievable part was that it was a kid, a nine year old kid.

   He pulled down on my arm, making me come down too. Now, he was looking at how it connected to my shoulder. Or what's left of my shoulder. He pulled back my uniform a little to get a better look at it. I didn't like the idea that he was also looking at the scars, too.

   "I think that's enough." I said and pulled my arm away from him. He went back to his bag, and pulled out some paper and a pencil. He quickly wrote something down and put it back in his bag. He took another piece of paper and wrote something else down.

   He walked back to me, and handed the paper to me. I read it aloud.

   "What happened to your arm," I read from the paper. I looked back up to the kid.

   "I don't know." I answered. He looked at me with a confused look. "You heard me, I don't know." I said. He took the paper from me and put it in his bag.

   "Now, do some punches and kicks." I ordered. He walked over to the punching bag and started doing them.

   I looked down back at my arm.
  
   What did happen to my arm, I thought to myself. It must've been bad. It was another thing that I didn't remember. Well, Hydra knows what's best for me. Or so they tell me.